One afternoon I was munching on almonds as I unloaded the dishwasher. My daughter Rachel sat at the kitchen bar quietly working on homework.
She remarked, “Mamma, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to give me some of your almonds.”
“Oh honey,” I exclaim, “I didn’t know you liked almonds much less that you wanted some. Of course I’ll share my almonds, all you had to do was just ask.”
Just ask. God immediately spoke to my heart.
“Ask and it will be given.” (Luke 11:9)
“You do not have because you do not ask.” (James 4:2)
Lord, am I simply guilty of not asking?
I think about Rachel waiting for me to share, but all she had to do was ask.
“ASK and it will be given to you, SEEK and you fill find; KNOCK and the door will be opened to you.” (Matthew 7:7)
Ask. Given. Seek. Find. Knock. Opened.
Lord, forgive me for not asking and for standing at your door without knocking.
Why Red Chair Moments? Why now? Because I asked!
For over a year, I’ve felt God nudging me to do something more with the encouraging real life stories shared in my annual Christmas Letter. I didn’t know what that “something” was. Over the past few months, I’ve been asked three different times, by three different people, in three unrelated situations to create a blog. Each time I shrugged off the idea. But the feeling to do something more would not go away.
This past Thursday morning, I prayed, “God, if this is YOUR will and desire for me, then send another person to tell me to create a blog. If you do, then I will know beyond a shadow of doubt that this is YOU speaking and something YOU want me to do.”
Ask and it will be given. (Luke 11:9)
Thursday morning I prayed and asked. Later that day while drinking coffee at a friend’s house she said, “You know, you should create a blog.” “TIME OUT!” I say as my eyes search heavenward. In front of my friend I respond, “Okay Lord, I hear you loud and clear!”
Why is this new adventure call Red Chair Moments? Quite simply because I love the color red! I have three red chairs in our home. These red chairs are referred to as “Mamma’s chair.” It is in my red chair that I pray, journal, and read my Bible. My kids know that if I’m in my red chair that I am not to be disturbed! God can speak anytime and anytime and anywhere. But more often than not, He speaks to me while I sit my red chair.
Has there been a time in your life when you realized you were guilty of simply not asking? Please share.
~April