I walked upstairs a few weeks ago, only to find yet another make-believe room scene in process – this is not odd, ever since Lucy was two and a half, she has been the master of such scenarios. That day, she had created a classroom environment, carrying small furniture from all over the house in order to create the scene. As I walked in, she announced in her best teacher voice, “Hailey Brown, today you are the V.I.P!”
You should have seen her smile, it was precious. She had just gifted me with the ultimate reward, one she was yearning for in second grade, but had not yet attained.
Each Monday afternoon, she would jump in the car and announce, “So-in-So is the V.I.P. this week.” Her tone sprinkled with disappointment, but still full of excitement and pride for her friend (at this point, nearly all of her classmates are more like her siblings-one of the side effects of being together since Pre-K!).
A couple of weeks ago, I was tucking her in when she quietly said to me, “Mommy, I really want to be the V.I.P.”
“I know you do babe,” I told her. “What do you think you need to do in order to earn it?” (Of course this was my first thought, wasn’t it yours?)
Her sweet demeanor changed to desperation…”Mommy, I’m doing everything I can think of, I’m listening, finishing my work, being kind…”
“Hmmm….well, have you thought about talking to your teacher, letting her know how much you want to be the V.I.P., and finding out if there is anything more you can do?” (Emphasis, on the “doing” part again. Oh, this is so our nature.)
She processed this for a few seconds (typical sweet Lucy), and then said, “Yeah, I could just ask her!”
Well folks, guess who was given the title of V.I.P. the following week? Yup, our Lucy girl. In fact, her teacher made a point of telling me how impressed she was with the way Lucy handled herself. Proud mama moment? You bet.
But here is what I want to emphasize: what if Lucy hadn’t humbled herself and asked the question? Would she had been given the honor of being the V.I.P last week? I would venture to say that the title would have been given to another one of her classmates. Sure, she would have become the V.I.P eventually, but not the very next week.
Friends, why are we not asking the Father for the desires of our heart? What is keeping us from humbling ourselves enough to make these requests of our Savior? How much more would He bless us, if we would just ask?
Ask and it will be given to you. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Matthew 7:7-8
God, I confess that so often I sell myself short. I realize today that you want to bless me with good gifts, please forgive me for not believing this to be true. Help me to ask for the desires of my heart, for seemingly impossible miracles, and for everyday necessities. I love you. Amen.