My journey to recovery has been full of the great, the good and the ugly but I’m grateful for every phase.
Since the road construction here and there in Lagos I’ve had to change my route to work about four times. This has somehow increased my transport allowance but still we move right? As a walk-loving person only that I tire easily on some days and have to catch my breath.
After about 9 – 10 hours daily at work, walking isn’t what I want to do at the end of each day but somehow I have to, to either save for the Benz I’ve always harped about on my WhatsApp status or because there’s no bus due to some new transport law that I didn’t even know exist.
I have now developed an habit of asking God to tell me what path to follow every day so I don’t have to walk for too long. He answers, in the ways I have known to always hear Him but something happened this week that made me feel I was asking too much from God. It came as an angry thought.
I was so surprised that I paused briefly and wondered if God felt that way. If He felt I was being a ” questionnaire ” and then I began to hurt. In few minutes, I began to doubt if He would even answer me again. Silly me
While I was still being silly, I began to ask questions again then it dawned on me! A daughter can never ask too much. This daughter can never ask too much of her Father! I only have to ask right.
He answers, in the ways I have known to always hear Him…
” You ask [God for something] and do not receive it, because you ask with wrong motives [out of selfishness or with an unrighteous agenda], so that [when you get what you want] you may spend it on your [hedonistic] desires. “
James 4:3 AMP
So that angry thought lied. I only have to ask right.