Which of you shall have a friend, and go to him at midnight and say to him, “Friend, lend me three loaves; for a friend of mine has come to me on his journey, and I have nothing to set before him”; and he will answer from within and say, “Do not trouble me; the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot rise and give to you”?
I say to you, though he will not rise and give to him because he is his friend, yet because of his persistence he will rise and give him as many as he needs.
And I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.
If a son asks for bread from any father among you, will he give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent instead of a fish? Or if he asks for an egg, will he give him a scorpion?
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?” Luke 11:5-11
God is good. :wubs:
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July 22, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Ah, more meat, ‘taters, and greens. Food for the soul!
July 22, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Yes, God is good, and I rejoice in His goodness.
Ask Him for something good, and He gives you something good. Not always the same good thing you asked for, but the one He knows you need.
I just can’t figure out why He keeps giving me a fine red apple, when I know very well that He heard me ask for a big old fried candy bar with a six-pack of cold beer on the side. I’ll have to puzzle about that some more.