Today I asked someone to help me mend a dress—a small thing that revealed something much bigger. Learning how to ask for help has never come easily to me. I minimize what I need, worry I'm a burden, and tell myself I should just handle it alone. But helping didn't weigh this person down; it gave them purpose. The dress was never the lesson. The lesson was that I don't have to know how to fix everything, and neither do you.

Today I caught myself waiting to be rescued—hoping someone would ride in and fix everything. But the truth hit me hard: nobody is coming to save you. Not the way we imagine. Through tears, a chiropractor visit, grocery runs, and overdue emails, something quietly shifted. I stopped waiting and took the next small step. Maybe that's the rescue all along—trusting God, showing up honestly, and choosing to keep moving anyway. Waddle on. 🐧