2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years

“What do we need in the next two weeks, 2 months 2 years or not at all?” That’s been the question I’ve been asking about everything we own for the last 3 months and let me tell you, it’s exhausting. 

On Sunday I hit a decision wall. I was looking at a menu for Mexican food and I couldn’t decide what to eat. I couldn’t make one. more. decision. 

I came home, took a nap and had a good ugly cry. My mom suggested I ask friends for meals. I didn’t know you could do that if you didn’t have a new baby or the flu, but apparently you can. It was strangely hard for me to ask. It’s easy for me to give and I even enjoy receiving, but asking is humbling. 

My friends stepped up and poured out food love on us. I’m not surprised, just so thankful. 

Thankful for the food, thankful for the love and thankful for a chance to ask for help, because anytime this first born, independent, army wife asks for help from her people I am reminded how much I need Jesus.