In the past couple weeks, I’ve had a lot of people who have messaged me to let me know that they are thinking about me or praying for me. People have shared their own stories of depression and how running is their ‘cure.’ Last week, I got an email from a friend who offered to come and help me clean my house. I was humbled by her offer. And, immediately my pride stepped in the way and said no. Fortunately, we have known each other for 30 years (I still don’t believe that) and she gently and persistently let me know that she wanted to do this for me.
I think it was because we’ve known each other for so long, that I was able to let down my guard and allow her to help me. She came over after work and while I very slowly vacuumed (taking breaks to rest), she cleaned my kitchen.
In the grand scheme of things, a couple hours of her time wasn’t a huge deal. But the fact that she was willing to step out and do something so practical to help me out, absolutely meant the world to me.
I am so grateful that there are people in the world who are willing to scrub my stove, or take my kids for an hour, or drop off a meal. While I am trying my best to get through this rough season, I am encouraged by the people who have stepped up to help me out. Seriously, I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you so much.
I can’t wait to feel better so that I can pay it forward.