Good Gifts

"Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things - you're doomed," -Ray Bradbury

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened  to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds and the one who knocks it will be opened.  Or which of one of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!"

Lately, this has been my life verse. I have asked, many times, yet I have not received.  Yet. But I keep asking in blind faith that my Father will give me good gifts, because I am his child.

Faith has never come easy for me. Skepticism rules my mind.  If it doesn't make sense to me, then I don't believe it.  I scrutinize each doubt I find in my mind, leading that doubt to grow like a cancer.

But I ask anyways.  I have finally come to the fork in the road, where I cannot keep stumbling along mindlessly, unsure.  This is the straw that's going to break the my back. It's either the world, or God. The option feels caustic in my mouth, but it must be done.  I have to make a choice.

I am finally coming up off the cusp of a season I had been in for a long time.  I won't go too deep in that, because that's not what this is about.  This is about me documenting my conscious choice to ask in blind faith, and wait for an answer.

So, I ask, brothers and sisters, keep the faith.  And I promise I will as well.

And of course, I'll find a way to incorporate this into my current Work-In-Progress.

-The WordShaker