Baby steps

To those of yu that may not know me, you may find this story really unrelevent and petty, to those of you that do know me... eat your heart out.

This past Sunday I was feeling pretty cruddy... (huge understatement, I was hurting...major.) While the speaker was speaking in service, I found a secluded area all by myself to sit, and listen (very, very normal). I sat on the ground, just to be private and unseen. While sitting, being unseen, an older friend of mine came over, brought me a chair, and went back to where he was sitting. Now, for most people you would think, big deal, so get up and sit on the chair. The problem with me is pride... I like to be independent, I like to be self-sufficient, did I mention I was hurting that day? In a way not sitting on his chair would be like not accepting help. Sitting on the chair would show an acceptane of help (regardless of who it was from) and a sort of vulnerability in which I faught tooth and nail for about 5 seconds. To my surprise, I got up and sat. The rest of the week has become lighter... (only Teusday...4 more days to go.) Baby steps, so they say.