I am a book lover. As a teenager, my books had outgrown my room. I did not often ask things of my parents, particularly during those lean years. But on that fateful day, I wandered into the garage and expressed a wish for a bookshelf. My Dad, who was working on something, brightened. "In what measurements?" I didn't know. I had hoped for a sometime fulfillment, and had not come armed with measurements. I took a tape measure up to my bedroom and measured the space between the two windows. I brought them down to my Dad, and gave them to him. "Painted? A clear wood finish?" I asked for a natural wood finish. Within 24 hours, my Dad had built, finished, and delivered a new bookshelf to me, in perfect measurements.
My eyes fell on that bookshelf today, not for the first time, and reminded me of the quiet lesson I learned all those years ago. My Father is waiting to bless me. I have not because I ask not. God's heart is more eager to answer than my own Daddy's heart.
"And it shall come to pass that, before they call, I will answer;
and while they are yet speaking, I will hear."