Praying today for: Me, Iris, the Murray family.
A week or so before Christmas I had baked some cookies and they were on the counter in a zipped plastic bag.
Grandaughter Princess Evelyn was over for a visit and she found the bag like it had an embedded homing beacon and she was LoJack. (I think that metaphor works, but I'm not 100% sure...) Anyway, she asked Grampy for a cookie and he referred her to me.
"Grandma," Evelyn said. "Can I have four cookies?"
How, in the span of three seconds and the change of cookie-bestowing grandparent, did the request go from one cookie to four??!!?
I'm still not sure if she thought Grammie was a softer touch or a harder one. She could have figured in order to get one or two cookies (our eventual compromise) she should start high and leave room for bargaining. Or did she really think she had a shot at four cookies from Grandma?
I wish her brain had a pause and save option, so in a few years I could replay it for her and ask just what was she thinking.
It got me to thinking about how I bring prayer requests to God. Do I ask for less than I want, thinking it would be greedy to ask for the whole thing? Or do I ask for more, thinking I'll have to settle.
Neither option is right. God is willing to bless me. Often without my asking. But sometimes, I think He's waiting for me to ask by faith.
That's the tricky part: by faith.
Gotta go. There's Someone I have to talk to about a cookie.