Weakness

I've found something to be true in my life that the days I could most use help, the days I would most readily ask my husband, "Would you do such a thing for me?" are the days that I do not have that opportunity. They are the days when no one is available, the days when, even if I asked for the help, there would not be any. 

I don't say this to complain. God is teaching me to rely first on Him. In general, I have no trouble making quick prayers for help, but more and more I've come to realize that He's not just one of the options for help. He's the ONLY option. 

My non-Christian friends would say this makes me weak, that my reliance on God is a crutch that makes me short sell my own abilities, that my faith makes me weaker.

I disagree. I am already weak. Admitting it does not make me weaker. We are all weak; we were not created to live in a broken world where life is hard and trouble is plentiful. What strength we have has been given to us by God. Whatever help we receive has been ordained by God. What easy days come our way were ordered by God. 

None of us would make it through life without the grace of God. The grace of God gives us food to eat, jobs to work, air to breathe. The grace of God sends the rain to the just and the unjust. Without Him, I can not do this. With His help, I can follow Him through anything.