I spent my teenagerhood and college years in the 1990s, and one of my favorite 90s songs is Trouble Me by the 10,000 Maniacs. (Seriously, Mamas, if you don’t know it, go look it up on iTunes or Amazon Music or YouTube. DO IT.) The opening lyrics go like this:
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Clearly it’s not a faith-based song (if you know the 10,000 Maniacs they tell some amazing folk tales though!) but it has always reminded me of the scripture “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2).”
I’ve been on a 90s kick recently, and the song Trouble Me has been in my head often. I find myself humming it while I work and belting it out while I’m driving my mom minivan. I’m thankful for the words, and for the story the song tells. Because as a mom, I have a hard time asking for help. I think chances are, you do too. Our pride keeps us from opening up to each other and admitting we need help. Our shame over the fact that we need it all urges us, in its ugly, threatening voice, to keep our needs to ourselves.
But mama friends, I need you to trouble me.
Because the truth is, helping you with your trouble helps me with mine.
Reaching beyond myself (and you, beyond yourselves) is healthy. Reaching out a helping hand even when my hands are full takes my focus off of myself, where it is really never supposed to be. Turning my eyes and heart to you in your hour of need, my friends, ultimately turns my eyes to Christ. Because if I’ve rendered help to you, I’ve rendered it to Him.
So to the friend who reached out last week when one child was in the hospital and desperately needed help with transportation for her other child: thank you.
To my friend who texted me this morning asking me to unite with her in prayer over her situation: thank you.