Friendship is about give and take. You give some. You receive some. Pretty cut and dry. I’d like to say I’m pretty good at helping a friend in need. But when it comes to accepting assistance, well, that’s a bit more of a challenge.
I used to be terrible at letting people do stuff for me or give me anything. I felt like a burden. A bad friend. Like I wasn’t holding up “my share.” So, I’d decline whenever someone offered me something.
Once, my youth leader told me that by not allowing others to do for me, I was denying them the blessing of giving…because it feels good to help others. I guess it made sense, but it felt awkward letting someone do something for me without me giving something in return.
The counter argument to that is, “Do you expect something in return when you help someone?” All right, all right, point taken. Friends don’t keep tallies. It’s still uncomfortable being on the receiving end, though, and that’s with gifts being my love language (including gifts of the self)—have fun psychologically dissecting that anomaly.
I’ve been going through some tough times recently, especially in the last week. My confidence took a hit, and there were a number of low-points. Several friends came to my rescue. Offers of moral support, well-wishes, good-vibes, and advice came through. Others lent a listening ear and virtual shoulder to cry on. A few were even willing to critique and give some much needed and appreciated feedback.
I’m grateful for it all, even though I don’t deserve it. No one asked for anything in return. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little funny about it. But that’s what friends do for each other. They had my back. And when the tables are turned and they need support, I’ll sure as hell have theirs.
‘Til next time!