Why Don’t You Ask?
I suppose my love of pen and paper and notebooks began in early childhood. I was reminded the other day of a notebook I wanted when I was about 4 or 5 years old. This notebook resided on an aisle at Rose’s department store, and I would look at it each time we went in the store. It was pink with purple flowers on it – very ‘70s. I even remember the “plastic-y” smell that things in that era sometimes had. I wanted that notebook so badly, but for some reason I never asked for it.
I was not in elementary school at that point, and in my mind, I guess I thought I had to be older to have something like that. But finally, one day, I sheepishly told my mother how much I loved that notebook. “I’ll get it for you. I didn’t know you wanted it – you should have asked sooner!” she said. I could have had it from the moment I first laid eyes on it, but I never asked.
How like our relationship to God I thought, as I recalled that instance. We have access to things – peace, purpose, joy, contentment – if we would only ask. But often we don’t reach out and claim what could be ours.
“Why don’t you ask?” is perhaps what our Heavenly Father is saying to us, because he longs to give His children good things.
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