I think Jackson secretly wants to fly.

Last weekend, we received several helium balloons, all tied to a big clip. Jackson thought the best use of the clip was to fasten it on the back on his shirt. The balloons accompanied Jackson for almost two days, even while he slept.


Jackson fell asleep with the balloon bunch attached to his shirt.

Jackson eventually determined that a long piece of yarn should be tied to the nice Mylar balloon, so it could be his kite and he could fly it around the house (we had just watched Mary Poppins).

As he ran around living room, I went to take care of some housework. Then, I heard a loud thud.

I came out to find Jackson had moved his small trampoline and was trying to jump up in the air to grab his balloon, which was drifting toward the top of our cathedral ceiling.


Jackson uses the trampoline to try to reach his balloon.

Rather than ask for help, he thought he would solve the problem on his own. He just overestimated his vertical jump.

What are you reaching for today? Is it patience or understanding, wisdom or courage? Are you desperate for answers or healing? Are you striving for a better marriage or restoration of a friendship? Maybe today you are just trying to hold your busy, crazy life together.

It could be that you feel just like Jackson. You are trying everything you can think of to reach that goal or end, but it is just out of your grasp. You are doing everything in your own strength to jump on the trampoline to grab the string of the balloon and are coming up short.

As I watched Jackson jump up again and again trying to reach his balloon, I wondered if I often look like that to God. I try and fail, try and fail, when my Heavenly Father stands beside me with the means to change the circumstances if I would just ask. But instead, I keep reaching.

Jackson finally realized I could retrieve the balloon for him and asked me for help.

Whatever struggle you have today, whether small or monumental, ask God to be almighty and gracious. Confess your need to Him.

If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.

– James 1:5

So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.

Luke 11:9

In the day of my trouble I will call to you for you will answer me.

– Psalm 86:7

Boldly Asking

Lauren getting ready to ask me for something (probably cookies)

Now this is the confidence we have before Him: whenever we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears whatever we ask, we know that we have what we have asked Him for.

I John 5:14-15

Children have no fear when it comes to asking for what they want.

Exhibit #1: It is not yet mid-morning, but Lauren comes to me with her beautiful, blue eyes open wide and grasps my hand. “Mommy, cookie?” Knowing already that my first answer is going to be no, she quickly conjures up some tears and increases the urgency in her voice as she asks again. Then, the full-on begging and whining and crying ensues as she asks again and again to get a snack.

Exhibit #2: Lauren’s belly is full of cookies and it’s time for her morning nap. Knowing he will have some time to himself as I rock his little sister to sleep, Jackson quickly asks me, “Mommy, I’m not going to play computer games, right?” His method of questioning always catches me for a moment because my first inclination is to counteract the false question, which then automatically sounds as if then he can play computer games.

An entire art gallery of exhibits could be created for all the questions my children ask me on a daily basis. I often grow weary from the daily inquisition, but at the same time I am thankful that they know they can come to me and ask me anything, because I love them. I want them to come to me, confident in their standing as my children, knowing that I will hear them.

Both of them can be very persistent, boldly asking what is on their hearts.

I want more of that kind of spirit.

As I pray with the kids before bed each night, I have noticed that many of the requests I ask God are actually more statements than questions.

Exhibit #1: God, please watch over Jackson and Lauren tonight. Keep them safe.

Exhibit #2: Lord, help them fall asleep quickly and sleep through the night.

I’m not really asking God, I’m telling him what I want.

Sometimes I struggle to communicate with God. I get in the habit of talking on and on and never listening for His response. It’s like I text him short messages of “I need this,” or “please do this”, and when I don’t get immediate confirmation, I feel like I’m not connecting. What I really need is a heart-to-heart conversation with my Savior.

Like my kids, I need to crawl into His lap and cuddle for awhile. I need to feel His heartbeat. And, I should not be afraid to really ask what’s deep in my heart. I need to ask, and wait to hear His answer, knowing that He will only do good. I must completely trust Him.

Though my children aren’t perfect, and they can be known to throw a fit if they don’t get what they have requested, they aren’t afraid to ask. They openly and honestly share their desires, their needs, their wants, their fears and their dreams with me.

My Heavenly Father wants the same kind of relationship with me.