Why I Don't Ask for Help (And Why That's a Problem)

There are weeks when I need encouragement — the kind that only comes from another man who gets it — and instead of asking, I go quiet. I carry it. I show up, I lead, I check in on others. And nobody knows I could really use someone to pray for me.

I've asked for prayer before. It's one of the hardest things I do. Asking means admitting I'm not holding it all together as well as it might look from the outside.

Somewhere in the wiring of most men I know, including myself, there's a voice that says: don't burden people. Handle it. Don't look weak.

That voice sounds like strength. It's isolation wearing a suit.

Real brotherhood is a place where saying "I need prayer this week" is as unremarkable as saying good morning. Where the strongest thing a man can do is admit he doesn't have it all figured out.

So I'll go first. This week has been heavy. I could use your prayers.

What about you?

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Why I Don't Ask for Help (And Why That's a Problem)