This is a note I found that I had written 4 years ago. Still applies to me today...
Why is it so hard for many of us to ask for help? My granddaughter Cheyanne likes to do things on her own. She tries hard. She really does. And then she gets frustrated and starts to growl and then starts to throw a fit. That's when I step in and say, "Cheyanne, if you need help, you just come to Nana and say 'Nana, I need help'". She does, and then we do whatever it was she was trying to do and on she goes with her day.
Is it something programmed into humans to not ask for help? Or is it a learned response? I remember being very young and lying in bed at night and wanting a drink of water so badly. I would lie there getting more and more thirsty as time went on, but I could not bring myself to call out. I would think to myself, 'ok, I am going to count to three and then I will yell, "Daddy!". I would get to 'three' and not call out. Then it would be, ok count to ten. My parents were alcoholics. (I am not judging them, just stating what was. By the end of their lives they had made peace with God and with me and I was very blessed to have had them as parents) I wonder now if that lack of being able to call for help was a learned response. Knowing that what I needed was not going to be met with a response. That as much as I would call out if I could, it wouldn't make a difference. I look back and think how sad that was.
I am so glad that I now know I have a heavenly Father that I can call out to for anything, any kind of help, and He will always be there for me. He is a loving Father who never ignores us. He never turns His back on us. He never says, "Oh, quit bothering me". He is faithful to come when we call. He is to be trusted above all others.
I thank God that now when I am sad, or afraid, or even angry I can call out, "Daddy, I need help!", and He will come and help me fix what is wrong. And then we can get on the business of the rest of our day together.
I hope this thought blesses you as it does me.