Ask Him Again

The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

I know, I know, you’ve already asked Him a million times, I see those eyes rolling.

But today, ask Him a million and one.

Yes.

Ask Him AGAIN.

Ask Him again for that child to come home.
That marriage to be healed.
That mountain to move.

Ask Him again for that friendship to mend.
That work to begin.
That end-of-tunnel light to appear.

Ask Him again for the one who needs rescue, the one who needs healing, the one who needs new direction, new guidance, new focus.
Yes.

Even if that “one” is you.

Ask Him again for what you need.

For what you want.
For joy in the sorrow.
Help in the struggle.
A sip of living-water in the heat of your schedule . . . and the time to just sit at the well, amen?

Ask Him again.

Ask Him again to provide springs in your land and, while you’re at it, give thanks for that land, no matter how dry it is now, knowing He’s given it to you with good purpose.
Yes.

Ask Him again.

Ask Him again to dig up the soil and plant the seeds.

Ask Him again to stir up and settle, make and remake, pour out His peace that passes all understanding, because frankly, you could use a hefty dose about now.
Yes.
And Amen.

Ask Him again for all that seems lost and all that seems nowhere even near the city of possible . . . and ask Him believing He can.
Yes.

Ask Him again.

Not because you don’t think He heard you the first million times, but because you are realizing the longer you truly live, that persistence is a pretty strong faith-builder, not to mention how close it keeps you to Him for whom all things are possible and nothing is too hard, and because faith-based strength to persevere and closeness with your Creator is what you REALLY need.

Whew. Yes. Absolutely.

Ask Him again.

With fresh eyes and a renewed spirit and a passionate resolve that He can, and if it’s His Will . . . He will.

And if it’s not, you will keep on asking.
You will keep on seeking.
You will keep on believing, just like Steve Perry says.

Because persistent faith is where it’s at.

It fastens its gaze on hope.

The hope that is always three steps—Father, Son, Holy Spirit—ahead, providing the perfect focal point.

Yes.

And it never disappoints.

Amen.

So today, bow low, look up, and ask Him AGAIN.

This post originally appeared on Tera’s Online Christian Journey

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Tera Elness

Tera Elness is a seriously-excited student of the unchanging unfailing Word of God after picking it up when she hit the big 4-0...nine years ago. She is a speaker, online author, bible teacher, faith coach, and face-to-face study leader for individuals and groups of all ages. She is ohhhh-so passionate about God's Incredible Word and loves nothing more than sharing the Good News that is absolutely positively for all people. Tera is married to her rockstar hubby Kent and they have three kiddos, a new daughter-in-love, and one spoiled-rotten Aussie pup. She makes her home in smalltown Southwest Minnesota and early mornings, coffee by the gallon, and spiral-bound journals are her jam. (And don’t even get her started on yellow highlighters and pumpkin spice!) You can connect with Tera here: Facebook: Tera's Online Christian Journey Instragram: terajean Twitter: @teraelness or contact her directly through her blog at www.teraelness.com

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