Ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man is there among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him? Mathew 7:7-11How many times have I read this scripture? How many times have I poured over its words? I KNOW these verses. They are some of my favorite. But do I live as I really believe it? Do I ask? And when I ask, do I truly know that my Father, who hears my prayers, and knows how to give so abundantly to me, will answer my petitions in His time and His way?
Oh, but so many times my faith is so much smaller than a mustard seed. I know intellectually, but my heart does not "feel" it.
And then I am overwhelmed. And reminded. This week, through a phone conversation with my husband. A gift. A blessing. I started to cry. Not because I was happy for my husband or for us as a family, but I was overcome by the fact that we have a God who takes care of us. Who blesses us beyond measure just when we least expect it. A God who is faithful and loves us.
And I cry too because I am sorry for my unbelief. Sorry for not having faith that can move mountains. Because I need it. We need it. Yet, even though I fall short so many times, God smiles and still showers His love.
Yes, God is Good. All the time.