I dislike asking for the ‘things’ I need the most-especially
when it comes to help or love.
I once asked a friend if I could love her. It was a bit
awkward-how often does one get posed such a question? In my life-I wish this was more of a common
practice than not. Without words, the children in the streets ask me this every
time I go to a nearby stand, intent on purchasing hard candy or caramel mocha
cookies, but delighted to have children run at me from all angles. From hugs to
smiles to spins to dances, these simple acts have brought me more joy in the
past two days than I can begin to portray.
Earlier today, I found myself dancing with a six-year old,
Mary Sue. The happiness in her eyes was no doubt mirrored not only in my eyes,
but in my heart.
So, now I am asking. I am asking for God’s presence in my
life like never before. I am asking because He said to ask, knock, and seek
after Him.
As debrief simmers down with the setting of the sun and
ministry crops up like a bed of roses, I am asking with an abandon I am still
attempting to comprehend.
