March 8, 2014 by Beth Hess
I tiptoe in with my chin on my chest. Whisper my request without making eye contact.
“Help me, please.”
And Jesus hears me. I know he does.
I know He knows the situation. I know if I’m in it, then He’s using it.
So I don’t ask for anything too outrageous. Just a little help.
But one morning I dare to lift my eyes a couple of inches higher. My voice gets a little braver.
“Could you maybe, Lord, just take it away?”
The request is still timid. Because this feels selfish.
But when I finally elevate my face all the way and my eyes lock with my Savior’s, it’s this message that fills the room:
Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. (Hebrews 4:16)
Confident in His love. Confident in His grace. Confident that He hears. Confident that He cares. Confident that He desires fullness for my life.
Confident that standing tall and asking boldly and crying deeply and proclaiming His power abundantly is neither self-indulgent nor disrespectful.
And while it’s still not a way to force God’s hand or make Him change every circumstance, it does build my faith muscle and deepens my awe for a God who CAN.
He is able.
So this time I ask for it all. For help. For healing. For deliverance. For a total 180 of the situation. For the miracle.
In the recounting of His wonders. In the declaring of who He is. In the vocalization of His greatness. In the boasting of His bigness. In the bringing my requests before him. In the act of the asking, I find the answer no longer matters.