Last week I had lunch with a couple of my girlfriends.
I do that a lot. I like my girlfriends and I like lunch, so it's a win/win situation.
Before I grabbed the last chip out of the basket and rushed back to the office, one of my friends asked how she could pray for me. We had discussed the ins and outs of our lives while we ate, so I listed a couple of things for her to pray for. Okay, I listed a lot of things. She looked me in the eye, grinned and said, "Okay. I'll just ask God to give you everything you want."
That made me think. And I'm still at it.
I wonder what my life would be like if God gave me everything I've ever asked him for.
I wonder who I would be.
Our pastor preached on Psalm 139 last Sunday. I know that psalm well; I memorized it with my 5th grade Sunday school students many years ago. I often think about how God knows every single thing about me. He knows my thoughts, he knows what I'm going to say, he knows why I'm going to say it. He knows my motivations. He knows where my heart hurts and why. He knows my greatest joys and why.
He knows much more about me than I do.
Sometimes I wonder why God doesn't seem to answer some of my prayer requests. They make sense to me...right now. I've prayed for things in the past that made sense...back then. Today I can see why God said no, why he left certain doors shut.
And I'm grateful. Really, really grateful.
I suspect my friend didn't listen to me. I suspect she prayed, instead, that God would give me the wisdom to see he knows the difference between what I want and what's best for me.
I'll have to ask her.
Because out of all the things I listed, that's the prayer he answered.