We had prayers for healing in church yesterday. Everyone was invited to go forward and ask for healing in mind, body, or spirit, and a priest would lay hands on them and anoint them with oil.
I knew I should go forward (because, this), but I didn’t want to because 1. I’m an introvert who would rather sit quietly in her pew on any given Sunday morning, and 2. I didn’t want to admit I needed something, with my actions, in front of the whole church. That kind of vulnerability isn’t comfortable.
I probably would have just stayed in my pew. Except.
Over the past year I’ve been learning the power of asking.
This year has felt like a string of come-to-Jesus moments, where I’m being forced to realize–and admit to myself, and others–what’s missing in my life. As personal epiphanies go, that category is no fun.
For a prosaic example, it wasn’t until I was able to voice that we’d like to join a homeschool group that we found one (or it found us, really). It wasn’t until I asked for help in finding writing partners that I did.
It did not feel good to say I needed something, to say I was lacking. But I’m (re-)learning that it’s the beginning of everything good.
People have been eager to help, but they couldn’t–until they knew what I needed. By saying what I need–what I’m missing–I’m filling those gaps.
I’m learning the power of the ask.
It’s painful and vulnerable and kind of terrible (sound familiar?), but it’s worth it.
(I got out of my pew and went forward. The lines were long with those waiting to be prayed for: there were lots of us asking. I wonder if they had to talk themselves into going forward like I did.)
Let’s talk about asking: is it hard for you? Uncomfortable? Can you tell us about a time it’s been worth it?
P.S. Today’s the last day to pre-order Frozen. (This is the first Disney movie my kids have been completely obsessed with.) We ordered this Blu-Ray + digital copy combo for $19.96, which is the best deal I’ve seen.)