Something about me, I’m very stubborn, like on a scale of 1-10 I’m 11. I hate asking for people for help, I just do. It kinda makes me feel like I’ve failed, which that is a whole other post for a totally different day, but I rarely ask for help. Because I’m obnoxiously stubborn I rarely reach out to people for prayer, but yesterday, as I was sitting at my desk weeping, I texted one of my best girlfriends and a mentor from church asking for help, for prayer. That’s the thing I think we forget when we’re broken, asking for help. Letting people into your closet full of skeletons doesn’t mean your weak, it shows that you’re serious about cleaning. We need to be reminded of Gods faithfulness from someone who isn’t tainted by the struggle, but has a bird’s eye view. There is unimaginable power in prayer, especially when there is unity from believers. // I wrote a new blog post about jealousy, people, and prayer. It's called Skeleton Closet. Go give it a read and let me know what you think. Click the link in my bio then click the first post.