Have you ever caught yourself- in the middle of a quandry… loaded with questions, seeking knowledge, searching for understanding, so you can make a right, and sensible decision?

Then, suddenly in the middle of the barrage of questions being formed….have you realized that all the questions don’t matter, because you’re asking the wrong questions?

I have.

I am at the moment.

It usually means, I am avoiding an answer that I don’t want to hear. Not, because I am sure of what the answer will be, before I ask, but because of what may be required, in response to whatever the reply may be.

I learned long ago- that God’s plan is not always one, that ,on the surface, I like, or even one that makes sense. Sometimes the path He chooses to take me down, instead of smooth, feels bumpy. Risky. Sometimes, even dangerous.

I may even have to change. My plans, my preferences, my understanding.

So, ocasionally, instead of asking and following- I ask questions AROUND the topic.

Kind of like at Christmas- and you’re asking little questions to see if you can deduce what your gift may be… not QUITE asking outright- but not, NOT asking either. As a kid I remember wanting to know- but not wanting to be disappointed. I also- in “psycho me” style–I still wanted to hold onto the excitement… stretch it out …just a bit….longer… to savor the surprise.

It’s fine if we’re talking about Christmas Gifts, not the will of God.

Ask, Seek, Knock
7″Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.
9″Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?

Today (while asking questions around an issue) I read this anew. Not, from the “God answering prayer” perspective— but from the God answering, what we ask, perspective. If I ask the wrong question…. It’s possible, I’ll get the answer to to what I ask, instead of what I need to know.

“If I ask for bread, will He give me a stone?” If I ask Him “WHAT?” (which I want to know— the “whats” for me, are generally the details..) … will He answer the question of “WHERE?” (which I need to know, because it’s my job to follow, not, to determine the best, or most sensible, course of action)

I suppose, theoretically, He could answer either. But- in my life- He usually, patiently waits for me to ask, the question I need answered. Somehow, in the waiting- He is already working, preparing me, for the answer.

So what’s my problem? Well- (among other things) sometimes, I’m afraid of what the answer may be. I believe in a fully sovereign God- who doesn’t have to “do what I want”. God is NOT Santa Clause. That means, I may have to risk. I may have to change. His plan, may be different from what I want. A gift- but maybe not what I had in mind.

In general, risk and change feel frightening. Not predictable.

Then- in the middle of the doubt-fear, questions…I remember the Savior. Duh. Yeah. I know.

The one who died for me, is the same one whom I’m asking for direction from. No matter, how things LOOK, or how they FEEL, God in in control. I trust His plan. Because I trust Him. Regardless. His plan is perfect.

So- today, – I’m trusting the Savior. And asking. No more beating around the bush…

Dear Lord- I am wanting to follow, wherever you’ll lead in all my life (whether I like it or not;) So, Lord… I’m asking..for your clear direction and I’m listening, fully prepared, to follow. Where ever. I love you Lord- and trust you. amen.