Beth and I each have particular ways of folding laundry. Hers is more meticulous in the way she folds and puts them in their proper place, facing a certain way, types, colors, patterns, etc. Me? I fold them quickly and try to get them close to where they’re supposed to go. I don’t understand spending too much time in doing something you’re going to just pull out of a drawer and iron anyway.
Most of the time our differences in folding means she doesn’t ask me to do this chore but when the clothes begin to pile up (we call it Mount Clothes-more) and she’s too busy she “lets” me fold the clothes. She understands I’m going to do it a certain way and she accepts my help even though it isn’t the way she’d prefer it done.
Wisdom instructs us to be humble enough to admit we need help and to accept it in whatever form it may come. Too often our pride prevents us from asking and receiving needed assistance because in the asking we are also giving up our control and allowing the other to choose how best to do what we could not.