[What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent; or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him! Luke 11:11-13]
You are indeed a loving Father, the giver of good gifts, willing ears to listen, faithful hands to uphold. You know how to give, but we don't know how to ask.
I woke up this morning, got up and had crawled back in bed 3 minutes later. Feeling so heavy, so burdened by the day I had a choice to make, ask you for help or my bed. Guess what I chose? Getting to my heart is hard work. Humbling myself to admit I need your help can be painful. I think I can do it. I think I can do everything. Turning to you brings joy and I know that. So why does my flesh fight?! Why do I battle against your promises?
Forgive me for where I think I don't need you because my heart knows I do. Humble me, draw me close to you. Give me a heart that wants to ask you for things. A brain that doesn't fight for independence, and your holy spirit as my shield against the whispers and lies of the enemy.
In the tiny battles and the full out wars I pray for strength to trust you for today. Teach me to sing thy praise no matter what swirls around me.
