Day 9: Write 31 Days Would You Ask God for Me?
Our son Sam, the oldest of our dangerous duo we call the Vandals, is a pretty quirky little dude. He has been known to use an entire roll of toilet paper to clean his wee bum. If legalistic were in human form it would be embodied in the great Sam-I-Am.
If he gets in trouble, and I put him in time out, he insists on staying the full 4 minutes. He will not get out before the timer buzzes. No get out of jail card, no early release; the timer must go off – even if your older sister is late for ballet.
If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.
Another of Sam’s oddities? He washes his hands, thoroughly, and then begs someone give him the hand towel to dry his hands… because his hands are wet. Yes, he won’t touch the towel, it must be given to him so he can dry his wet hands.
So I give him the towel so he can dry his wet hands, which proves jobless as now, he is touching the towel with his wet hands.
And there is no convincing him of the nonsense. Obviously, his hands are wet… as a matter of fact, they are spotless. Yet he believes he cannot pick up the hand towel, it must be given to him by someone else so that he can dry his hands.
As I gave the young boy the hand towel for the 8th time yesterday it occurred to me – this is how we treat God.
I believe there is power in numbers. I believe we should pray for each other and storm heaven with our requests. But I refuse to believe you cannot go to Him and be any more efficient than any other human on the planet.
Your pastor may study the Word longer and more intensely than you. I might have better command of a thesaurus to pen images of Him than you. And a missionary in Haiti might have a more intense relationship with Him than you. But you are His, and He hears you – just as clearly as anyone.
You are the anointed.
You are blameless and adored.
You who have believed now must embody the belief He loves you.
And I will gladly pray with you and for you, and I hope you will do the same for me. But, you and I can go to Him anytime and anywhere with the full confidence you are clearly heard, fully loved, impeccably forgiven, and He wants a relationship with you. He died for you so you could be with Him. You. Not just your pastor, or some semi-wise savant.
Your hands are clean, go ahead…
Go on, ask Him.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami