I was driving to the grocery store and suddenly started to pray. “Jesus, would you please…” And then stopped. I was suddenly reminded of how I felt when my (always hungry) boys came home from school and abruptly asked, “Mom, did you get groceries?” before they even said hello to me, or asked how I was doing. I knew they loved me, but it did leave me feeling a bit like a vending machine.
So, I started over with, “I’m sorry, Lord! How are you doing?” I love asking God how He is doing, or what is on His heart. Sometimes He shows or tells me. Often I just sense His pleasure in my nearness, which gives me the impression that I was on His heart….that He was just waiting for me to notice that He was near. Isn’t that astounding? That the God of the universe is happy — overjoyed, even, as the perfect Father who is never too busy for us — to have His children come to be with Him? He loves when we simply want to be near Him. I love when my boys take a moment in their busy lives (and they are very busy right now) to ask me how I’m doing or to come give me hug (or even just to text me one of those blow-a-kiss emojis). Isn’t it amazing that the most important thing to God isn’t what we do for Him, or how “good” we are, but our relationship with Him?
By the way, as soon as I got home I realized He had answered my “Jesus, would you please…” prayer.