...suddenly we were the needy ones. We couldn’t care for our other boys. We couldn’t water the tomatoes or go make a pot of coffee. We didn’t have any meals for ourselves or our children at home... And how could I ask for help when I’m positive I’ve failed at being a giver?... Then He answers this request in the funniest way. He allows me a position where I’m able to do nothing. Then He surrounds me with the dearest friends and family, some of whom have the very least in time, physical stamina, sleep, emotional wherewithal and material possessions. He shows me how they stop and sit with me and my children in my not-enoughness... One friend laid next to me on the hospital bed for a while. I had no idea at the time how just having her sit right next to me helped my heart. I look back and remember our legs right there together, backs against the pillows. We were laughing. She has no idea. None of them know.

(~from inCourage website, Amber C. Haines, “Why It’s Okay to Not Be Enough”)