Have you ever asked God for something fully expecting that the request is too much; even for Him? Or, have you ever not bothered to take your petition – a need or a want – to the Throne of Grace and Mercy because, again, you just don’t think God can handle it. Or you feel God is too busy with things like “world peace” and “hunger” to take care of your paltry issue?

I’d be willing to bet we all have.


A story

Years ago I heard a pastor (and forgive me, I cannot recall his name) tell the story of his daughter’s upcoming wedding and marriage. “Sweetheart,” he told her, “Your mother and I have some money set aside for your wedding, of course, but we also have money –whenever you’re ready – for your first home.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

"You know, your down payment, or for new carpet, draperies, furniture …”

The daughter nodded. She understood.

The wedding was lovely; the best that money could buy. The pastor’s daughter and her new husband went somewhere tropical for their two-week honeymoon, then returned to their tiny “just rented apartment.”

About six weeks later Dad reminded his daughter that –whenever she and her husband were ready –he had the money they needed for the down payment for a starter home. Daughter nodded as she said, “I know, Daddy.”

Two years and twenty-four rent payments plus one newborn later, the happy couple announced they’d put a down payment on a little starter home. Dad casually mentioned that, if they’d like, he could write a check for new furniture.

“Well,” the daughter said, “with the baby right now … we’d do better to wait, I think.”

Time went on. One baby became two and two became three. The daughter and her husband decided that a family of five simply couldn’t survive the parameters of their starter home. They began searching neighborhood after neighborhood until they found the perfect place to settle in. This, they decided, would be their forever home. They sold the old place and moved into the new. Between the two, they held a giant yard sale in which they sold all their old furniture – the stuff with baby stains and all that. The money earned – combined with their savings – allowed them to buy only the basics: bedroom and family room furniture.

The pastor/father and his wife (her mother) came to the daughter’s new home one evening for dinner. Of course they were most anxious to see the house. Dad asked his daughter about the financial arrangements they’d made. “Oh,” she said, “we just scrimped and saved and used the equity from the sale of the other house. We had enough.”

Her father said nothing in return but he noticed the living and dining rooms were devoid of furniture. Not a picture, not a curtain, and not a throw rug could be found anywhere.

Another few years went by. With the children in their “growing up years,” most of their daddy’s salary went to providing for their needs.

And their wants.

Once again, the pastor/father and his wife were invited –as they often were – for dinner. In the course of the evening, the daughter casually mentioned to her pastor/father that the kids would be grown before she and her husband could afford to fully furnish the house or even to decorate the way she’d like.

Dad cleared his throat and gently reminded his daughter that he had money set aside for her; that it had been there for her all along. All she had to do was ask for it.