Ask for help

It's taken me a while (almost a month! 🫣) to share pictures of Davy's bday party, but I really wanted to because I was so thankful about the way it turned out. 

I used to (before my injury) look forward to bdays and parties and plan with excitement. Now I dread them, knowing my kids will want a party. 

Three days before Davy's bday, I sent out an invitation. A surprising number of friends came, considering it was a weekday. The day before, I asked a whatsapp group of homeschooling (and awesome!) moms I had, if they could help with activities. One of them MADE THE CAKE. An impressively delicious one. Another got materials and organized two activities/crafts (see second and third pics). The others brought food and their presence. I took NOTHING. Not even a bag of chips. Such is my life right now. Davy was overjoyed and had the best party ever. 

God has cured me almost completely and I can walk. However, for some reason, I am still tired, on pain medication, unmotivated, sad most of the time and need a lot of help from other people. Maybe permanently. Why would God put me in a place where I am constantly asking for help?

I'm not sure, but maybe to be thankful for all help passed our way and to remind others: we all need to ask for help and be thankful when it comes.