Setting pride aside

With this last bout of depression, where the tears and fatigue seem to control me, I have been brought so low that I have had no other choice then to put pride aside allowing myself to be helped. I've been brutally honest with any who want to hear how my world is. I have dozens lifting me up before the Creator, asking that His glory would be seen through my life.  Others dropping in just to see how I'm doing while lending me some extra hands to play with my hoolies. While still others are bringing meals. I am blessed. In fact so many are willing to give that I've had to turn some away, accepting only there prayers.  I'll say it again, I 'm blessed.

Wow! Isn't this what the body of Christ is supposed to be?  I wonder then in the 200 people at CBC why is it that so many say nobody cares? Could it simply be that we don't ask? If we don't say, "Hey I'm broken I need help." Why should we expect to get something. What makes us so special to think that others, those we only see a for minutes each week, would notice something was wrong with us. May I suggest pride as it is for me...

The fear of the LORD is to hate evil; pride and arrogance and the evil way and the perverted mouth, I hate.

~ Proverbs 8:13

1285.  Many standing before the Throne on my behalf.

1286.  The gift of friendship.

1287.  Listening ears.

1288.  Treasure of those who have gone before me.

1289.  Encouraging words.

1290.  My sin brought to the surface to be dealt with.

1291.  Grace
1292.  Redeeming Hope