“Ask and it will be given to you.”
A movement outside catches my eye. I stop writing and look out of the window. A baby bird perched on top of the feeder shakes and flaps its wings. It’s an attention-getting little dance. “Me! Me. Me!” it chirps. The bird’s mother places a seed in its mouth. Over and over I watch the mother feed her little one. After a few minutes, the baby bird is full and the two of them fly away.
I think about the times when I have felt like that baby bird, desperately in need of attention. “Me! Me! Me!” I squawk to God. Like the devoted mother at the feeder, God gently gives me something to sustain me.
A peace settles down around me—a knowing that God will always take care of His creation. He will always take care of me. And, He will always take care of you.
“Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”
When I was recovering from my brain injury, I asked God for healing. Every night I prayed, “Please let me wake up tomorrow, well and happy.” Some nights, I was so desperate for relief that I would twist my linen sheets in my hands, pretending that they were the hem of Jesus’ robe. But every morning I’d wake up and the pain and weakness were still there. I grew disillusioned with Jesus’ promise of “Ask and you shall receive.”
Over the next few years, I slowly healed more and more. God used my injury and the time it took to heal to polish me into the person I had always wanted to be. Had God healed me overnight as I used to ask Him to do, I’m not sure I’d have reaped the blessings that are now in my life. I learned that it’s okay to ask God for what I want, but once I do, I need to let go of trying to control the process, the timing, or the outcome. Best to leave those to God.
“If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you.”
“Invite your desire to change jobs for coffee,” I suggested to my friend who wants a new career but is hesitant to take action.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Put away your phone, make two cups of coffee, and sit down at the table. Put a cup of coffee at an empty chair, and pretend that your desire to change jobs is having coffee with you. Ask it questions. Get to know it better. It’s a part of you that needs attention. Respect what it has to say.” I explained.
“Sounds sorta weird, but I think I’ll give it a try,” he replied.
“I’ve always felt that when I invite the part of me I am at odds with, or scared of, for coffee, God reaches down and touches my heart and gives me wisdom in the answers that come forth,” I said. “I’ve learned over the last five years of recovering from my brain injury, that asking questions is a far better way to maneuver through life than assuming I have all the answers and forcing my way through,” I said. “The decisions I’d make on my own, without a deeper understanding, would very often not be the best decisions I could make.”
“That makes sense,” my friend said.
When we need guidance in our lives, all we have to do is to ask questions. Don’t be afraid of the parts of you that are unsure, or frightened, or hesitant, or pulling you away in a new direction. Invite those parts for coffee. Sit with them. Ask questions. Listen to the answers. Know that the Spirit of God that is inside of you will reveal to you the answers that you need. He wants what is best for you. He won’t lead you astray.