What Are You Asking God For?

PineappleAs far as I’m concerned, potty training is the worst part of parenting. Cleaning up vomit in the middle of the night? Not a problem. Changing overflowing, dirty diapers? No biggie. But trying to teach a child how to use the potty and then convince him to do so? The very thought makes me shudder.

So when my husband and I decided that it was finally time to potty train Timmy, our 3-year-old (he of the “Oh, no no no. I don’t want to” opinion on using the potty), I was ready to bribe him with whatever it took to make the process easier on all of us.

“Timmy, what do you think would be a good prize for learning to keep your underwear dry?” I asked.

“Um…fruit,” Timmy replied.

“Fruit??” I said.

“Yeah, fruit.”

“What kind of fruit?”

“Uh…a humongous pineapple,” he said.

“…Oooookay,” I said. “If you learn to keep your underwear dry, I will buy you a humongous pineapple.”

And I did. The next time I went to the store, I purchased the largest pineapple they had. As I pulled up in the driveway, Timmy met me on the porch, asking, “Did you buy my pineapple?”

“I sure did,” I said. Then I explained to him that the pineapple was for when he learned to use the potty. I set it on top of the microwave cart where he can easily see it.

Timmy was disappointed. He wanted that pineapple right then. “Can I hold it?” he asked hopefully.

“Not yet,” I said.

“Aww,” he said sadly, hanging his head.

When it came bedtime, Timmy wanted to know if he could sleep with the pineapple. The next day, he wanted to know if he could take it to church with him. Later on that afternoon, he asked again if he could just hold it. Each time, I reminded him what he has to do to earn the pineapple.

I had been ready to buy him just about anything he could think of, and spend quite a bit of our hard-earned money. But all he asked for was a $1.98 pineapple.

Here’s the point: you and I love and serve a God who has promised us incredible things. He’s told us He will pour out so many blessings upon us that we won’t be able to contain them all. He’s said if we ask Him anything in His name, He will do it (not “might”)! He’s promised us every spiritual blessing (not just “some”).

Yet we keep asking for pineapples.

God, please help me get through this day, we pray. That’s fine, because we need His help. But what about adding something bigger? What about, God, please bring me through this day victorious!

God, please help me get rid of my cold, we ask. That’s fine too, because it is God who heals us, and we should come to Him when we need healing. But if that’s as far as we go, we’re missing something. How about, God, please bring glory to Yourself through my body, whether in my sickness or in my health.

We pray for a new job, for our children to have friends, or for wisdom to know how to discipline them. All those things are good, right, and important. We should pray for them. We’re commanded to pray for them. But they’re pineapples.

What about asking God for the truly big things? Things like, Oh, God, conform me to the character of Jesus. Or, Father, show me how to decrease so that You can increase. Or even, Oh, God, in Your mercy, grant me the opportunity to display Your glory.

These are the big things. These are the things we could have, if we would only ask. Yet we keep asking for pineapples alone, because we think pineapples are the big things.

What big things does God have in store for you that you could receive if you would only ask?

You’ll never find out unless you…ask.

Malachi 3:10—Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. And thereby put me to the test, says the LORD of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you a blessing until there is no more need. (ESV)

John 14:14—If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it. (ESV)

Ephesians 1:3—Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places. (ESV)

James 4:2—Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not. (KJV)

What Your Children Would Tell You If They Could

Mother's Day CardI hope your children told you on Mother’s Day how much they love you. I know that if they gave you carefully printed cards expressing their love, those cards meant the world to you. And if they made you breakfast in bed, or served you in some special way, I’m sure your heart rejoiced, as mine did when my children did these things for me.

All these things—the cards, the gifts, the acts of service—are ways your children express love to you. But I thought that this Mother’s Day, it might bless your heart to look at all the other things your children would say to you, if they could.

Things like, Thank you for not getting mad when I spilled my milk all over the table and it dripped onto the floor. Instead of shaming me, you said, “These things happen,” and you helped me clean it up.

Or like, The other day, when I was sick, it was great to get to lie on the couch and watch movies. But the best thing of all was when you sat by me and stroked my forehead. Thank you.

Or Somehow, just when I’m running out of things to wear, clean clothes magically appear in my dresser drawers. I don’t know how that happens, but I bet you have something to do with it. Thank you…

Thank you for letting me crawl in bed with you in the middle of the night when I had a nightmare. When I’m scared, your arms are the place I most want to be…

Thank you for making my meals even when you were sick, because Daddy was at work and you knew I couldn’t do it myself. How would I eat if it weren’t for you?…

Thank you for teaching me the same things over and over, until I could master them…

The other day, you bought me new summer clothes, even though it meant that you didn’t get to buy yourself any. I’m grateful…

Thank you for potty training me. That’s got to be one of the most frustrating parts of parenting. But you stuck with me…

Thank you for cleaning up the same messes over and over again, sometimes only 30 seconds after you cleaned them up the first time…

Thank you for all those visits to the doctor and the ER, to make sure I stayed healthy…

Thank you for all the sleep, money, and free time you sacrificed so that I could have what I needed…

Thank you for taking me to the park, and pushing me endless times in the swing, because I begged, “More!”…

Thank you for teaching me how to be a good friend, and how to react when my friends aren’t good to me…

Thank you for that special smile that makes something inside me feel warm, fuzzy, and loved…

Thank you for being proud of me, and for showing it…

For putting my stick-figure drawings up on the refrigerator…

For all those times you did my hair…

For all those times you called me your handsome “little man”…

For all those birthday parties and Christmas presents and just-because celebrations…

For praying with me and for me, and for teaching me to pray…

For all those times you loved me more than you loved yourself…

For all the pictures you took of the special moments in my life…

For changing all my diapers…

For loving me well, even when I act wrongly…

For all the ways you’ve shown me who God is and how much He loves me, by the way you pour out your life for me…

I love you beyond words. I don’t know what I’d do without you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the greatest mom in the world. I know it bothers you that you’re not perfect. But it doesn’t bother me. Nobody’s perfect, Mommy. But you’re perfect to me.

These are the things your children would say to you if they could. But they don’t understand these things. They don’t know how to put what they feel into words.

Instead, they make you carefully printed cards and serve you breakfast in bed.

But they’re saying the same thing.

Proverbs 31:27-28a—[The excellent mom] looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed. (ESV)

 

Well…You Know…

Ellie's Dragon

I realize that when you attend a church worship service, the idea is that you’re supposed to pay attention. But sometimes, it’s difficult. Sometimes, you have other things on your mind. Maybe you get distracted by somebody in another pew. Or maybe, like at our church, they dim the lights (except those focusing on the pulpit) when the priest or pastor preaches, and you’re sitting there warm, comfortable, and tired, in semi-darkness.

Whatever the reason that it’s challenging to pay attention, I understand. I’ve been there before. So a couple weeks ago, when my 12-year-old daughter, Ellie, was doodling in her bulletin, I understood (especially since, like her, I often listen better while doing something else). Later, my husband found her bulletin and jokingly said, “Ellie, it looks like your mind was wandering during the sermon today.”

“I couldn’t help it!” Ellie said. “I found a pencil, and it was sharp, and well…you know…”

For an artist like Ellie, the allure of a sharpened pencil, some available paper, and twenty minutes of free time was too strong to resist. She drew a beautiful dragon (she’s interested in mythical creatures).

We talked with Ellie about the need to pay attention to the sermon. But we understood why she succumbed to the temptation. Because really, don’t we all give in to temptation for the same reason?

Temptation came my way, and it looked desirable, and well…you know….

Understandable, yes. But not okay. Because usually when we say things like this, we’re trying to justify or minimize our sin. Well, you know, when that kind of temptation arose, what else could I have done?

Those words are nothing but a lame excuse. Scripture tells us that there is always a way out of temptation (see 1 Corinthians 10:13). Yet you and I want to shift the blame for our sin from ourselves to our circumstances so that we don’t feel as bad for having done whatever it was that we did.

God is not fooled. He knows we are the ones responsible. We are the ones who ignored His way out (or didn’t even look for it) and chose to sin.

God promises to forgive our sin when we’re truly sorry. But the only way we can be truly sorry is if we acknowledge what we’ve done. The only thing that minimizing our sin can do for us is deaden our conscience. It can’t actually make us less guilty.

When we’ve sinned, we need to admit it. God, I blew it. Not, Well, God, You know what happens when I find myself in a situation like that.

Only by confessing and repenting of our sin can we find forgiveness and restoration. As long as we try to minimize anything or make excuses, we’ll never have the intimacy with God that our souls crave.

Intimacy that’s far more beneficial to our soul than a false sense of blamelessness.

1 John 1:8-9—If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (KJV)