She asked if he would come down to help them. I knew what his answer would be, but I
told her I’d ask.
He had every reason to say no. I could hear him now.
We don’t have the
money.
Who will watch the kids?
It costs too much.
I don’t have the time.
The expenses are
beyond our budget.
School is starting.
There’s this thing
about money…
We sat down to dinner.
It was the first chance I had to ask him. I was ready to sell the experience to him. I wanted to encourage, and push and
deflect all of the reasons he wouldn’t go.
Very casually, I asked.
Very casually, he answered. “Sure. I’ll
go.”
I couldn’t believe it.
What? How? Really?
He’s not a very excitable person, but he seemed
really…excited. We talked about
dates and flights and logistics.
Without much effort, we got it all figured out. Dates were planned. Tickets were purchased. Lists were being created.
It’s funny how it works that way. When God asks us to do something. Sometimes it’s as simple as a question, “Will you
help?” He didn’t send a postcard,
or call and ask. It wasn’t obvious
or burning. And when we choose to say YES, He worked out all the details.
A simple question.
An easy answer.
What is God asking...of you? Take a leap of faith and say yes. You'll be amazed.
