I watched, exhausted, as my little boy splashed in the pool as much as his water wings would allow. My doctor had just told me I was low on B12 a few days earlier, and, boy, was I feeling it. The other "grown ups" were stationed around the pool this 4th of July, chatting about lawn mowers, summer league baseball, and fruit salad recipes. Not Cole's mommy. No, I was struggling in chin deep water to keep Cole and his Spiderman floaties from bobbing under.
Just when I was about to bail out, I caught my dad's eyes. "Cole," I exclaimed, "ask Poppy to swim with you!" My dad, already dried out, fully dressed, and full from hot dogs and baked beans, was in no way, shape, or form ready to jump back in the water.
Barely two, I knew it would be a miracle if Cole conjured those words out of his mouth, but again I prompted, "Cole, if you say those words I KNOW Poppy will get in." And I knew, beyond any doubt whatsoever, that if Cole asked that of Poppy, that Poppy would get in.
While miracles do happen, that wasn't one of them. But it did remind me that our heavenly father sometimes just wants us to ask. He wants us to lay aside the aspirin bottle, the sorrow-covered tissue, and the piling collection letters and just ask.
James 4:2 says "Ye have not because ye ask not."
When we ask, we must have faith - just like I had in my earthly father.
Matthew 21:22 says "And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive."
Interesting... I just realized I haven't asked God to heal my B12 imbalance. Forgive me, Lord!
