Yesterday my niece was dancing around my kitchen, so excited to show me the Bible she had hidden behind her back.
I set my chopping aside to give her my attention and my full-of-sparkle niece pulled from behind her back the cutest book you’ve ever seen. This Bible had an owl on the cover, it was purple, it was so adorable–but beyond that it had a verse inscribed on the bottom right corner:
Matthew 7: 7-8
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.”
I’m a fan of irony.
Recently my sister got some exciting news. I was on the phone with her celebrating this moment when she started talking about “asking”. She mentioned a video I’d shown her years ago:
(Isn’t that incredible. That young man has this amazing experience, playing the piano for Billy Joel himself, just because he had the courage to ask.)
Or this moment:
This kid, Sam, got to sing ON STAGE with Michael Buble, simply because his mom asked.
I love that.
I recently made a decision to quit my 10 hour a week job and was somewhat worried about losing that small income. I was sitting with some ladies and I casually mentioned that I might like to start cleaning houses on the side.
Before the week was over I was cleaning my friends vacation rental.
Because I’d asked.
I was cleaning this rental when my sister called me with this celebratory news of her’s. News she had to share, only because she’d mustered the courage to ask.
I have some friends who have started a campaign to change television. The have a project called Light Gives Heat TV and already have one season available to stream online and another about to begin filming. They were able to accomplish this through the help of kickstarter funds.
They have this opportunity because they asked.
Sometimes I will hear my children in their rooms angry crying over some issue. When I come to their aid I discover that this thing that has them so worked up is usually something small and silly: “THERE’S A KNOT IN MY SHOES!!” or “I CAN’T REACH THAT SHELF!!”
And I’ll laughing saying, “Guys, just ask me. Don’t sit here crying, that’s not going to help. Just ask.”
I have something I want. . . so badly.
I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember and I’m TERRIFIED that I won’t get it. I wake up crying about it, I go to bed dreaming about it.
I dedicated this year to praying for it. That either God would give me peace if it doesn’t happen, or that God would open the doors to allow it.
I’m asking. I’m knocking. I’m seeking. I’m BEGGING!
I’m here God and I’m asking.