Made it halfway to Denver today. After sleeping last night on the couch with my beach towel as a blanket (sad and pathetic, huh?!), I was tired to start with and wasn't sure I was going to make it. But after a stop at Starbucks and a diet Coke at the next stop and your prayers for energy after I begged for them on Twitter, I started to perk up some. Thank you.
Emma and I listened to The Magician's Nephew and most of Prince Caspian. I love the Chronicles of Narnia, love books on tape. And heard God speak all kinds of ways today through them. I'd tell you more, but my contacts are sticking to my eyeballs and I'm so, so tired.
I'll leave it with this from The Magician's Nephew. Digory and Polly go to get the apple for Aslan and realize they don't have food, wondering why Aslan didn't give them food for their journey to the garden. Fledge says, "I expect he likes to be asked."
It wasn't new to me. I read the whole series every year. But it struck me hard today. I need to ask for what I need, what I want. And to be specific about it. Yes, God knows our needs, but I'm with Fledge. I expect he likes to be asked anyway.
So I'm going to.