Ask God, Then Wait To See What Happens

Ask God, then wait to see what happens.
He promised, if we ask for bread, He won’t give us a stone.
But will He give us bread? Baked and ready?
Or will it look more like random ingredients to make our own bread?

Her ask… her wait…

She stands before me, hands cradled up against her tummy, clasped to protect something very precious inside that tiny grasp.

Blue-beseeched eyes search mine.

Four year old earnest desire.  Four year old trust. “Gramma,” she begins.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I say.

When she knows I am looking at her, eyes full on her, she slowly opens her hands.

“May I have this?”

Her voice deepens with her desire for this tiny thing she yearns to own, something found, something with value.  For her alone.  Not to share.  Not to squander.

To me, it is a small thing.  A shiny bead dropped while crafting.  Something I would never miss.

Something so small she wouldn’t even need to ask for it.  So easy for me to give.

I could laugh at her intense feelings for this tiny thing. A thing that means so much to her, but is only a small part of the supply I can give her, freely.  Gladly.  In great measure.

However, I smile.  I wrap my hands around hers, and say, “Of course you can have it.”

“For always?  To take home?”

Yes, to take home.  To use as she wishes.  I will never miss it.

“Yes, it’s all yours.  To take home.  To keep.”

“OKAY!”  Jubilant, she turns and runs off to keep it in a safe place, to retrieve later, when she goes home.

Ask God, then wait…

Sometimes, I approach God hesitantly, afraid I’m asking too much.

Feeling I don’t deserve His blessings.

Fearful to receive, as if He will take it away again.

Yet all the time, He is waiting for us to ask, so He can share of His abundance.

“Everyone who asks receives.”

Ask God, and what happens?

There’s just this one thing.

While I know He would never give me a stone when I ask for bread, He might not give me the bread either.

Because that does happen with God.

I feel weak and ask for strength to manage this certain thing with more grace.  Then, instead of smooth waters, it feels as if the storm gets worse.

I ask for the wisdom to plot my course, and He shows me a map to find the way myself.

I ask for bread, and God gives me the ingredients to make it.  That way He can be certain I will value more deeply the gift in the end.  I end up with bread; as He promised. He did not give a stone.  The important thing to remember is that the process to bread is worth the ask and the wait.

So I’ll keep asking God.

I don’t know what He will give, but I know His order of giving brings the best in the end.

Ask God, my friend.

God wants to give,
pressed down, shaken together and running over.

Get ready to receive what He wants to give!