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Don't you love it when someone helps out? I do. I'm writing this post on Saturday, knowing my week is going to be crazy. I have two therapists for my daughter tomorrow, and one appointment-for myself-at the dentist. That is pure craziness, except that hubbend is unable to take Martin Luther King Jr. Day off as planned.

Speaking of the man inspiring the holiday, Martin Luther King Jr. was wonderful at asking other people to help. A master. He got them to work together. I am finding the more visible my daughter's disabilities, the more people want to help. People have been sort of watching my on my descent through Dante's circles and emerging again. Watching, and waiting for me to get close enough to extend their hand.

My kids are all going to be watched by someone else tomorrow. I'm relieved. Because, I also have a babysitter for seven other day trips in the next two months. I am relieved. It is a worry to me to have so much to do for one and have two left adrift. Gratitude feels good.

Has anyone helped you out lately? How are you paying it forward?
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  1. KimJanuary 18, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    Thank you so much for stopping by my blog!! I wish that I had a way to motivate anyone, especially myself. :)

    It looks like you are well on your way to getting where you want to be. As hard as it is to ask for help, or take time for YOU, it is something that we all need to do from time to time.

    Good luck on your journey - I wish you all of the best!!

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  2. CorlettaJanuary 18, 2010 at 12:29 PM

    Listen,
    You are amazing! Your post from Sunday brought tears to my eyes! You can do this!! You are exactly right, there are lots of things that we can not control. However, the things that we can control, we should. Take control over your life in that you surrender it to CHRIST daily. For I am learning...it is only then that I am strong. Things may not always be easy, but peace and joy can ALWAYS still be experienced. Love you girl!

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  3. JourneyBeyondSurvivalJanuary 18, 2010 at 9:53 PM

    @Kim, I do have a really hard time asking for help. Luckily, it's getting easier as I become more desperate, and graceless (or humbled?)

    @Corletta, Thank you! You are constantly a bright spot in my day. Yes, I have been learning the hard way-over and over-that the best way to deal with the uncontrollable is to let Christ handle it!

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