I stood by my bed, the folded laundry for my family of five stacked high in front of me. Three laundry baskets of wrinkled clothes sat waiting by my feet. This was a particularly busy season in life; the housework had moved down on the priority list.
My husband, in an act of chivalry, offered some advice. “If you need help, just ask and we can all pitch in.” Don’t you just love that kind of advice, ladies?
I bristled. Help? Nope. Not me. I can do it. I can do it ALL.
I’d like to say this is the only time his offer to help during my time of need was met with resistance. I am afraid it is a pattern. It is a lifestyle for me. I wear my ability to do all the things proudly like a tiara. I am the queen of get it done. I hold on to my royal status and defend it fiercely.
As with many of my personality quirks, my get-it-done mentality leaks over into my spiritual life. I have resolve and determination which essentially eliminates my need to pray.