“Would it be alright if I ask for something this Christmas…? It’s just a simple wish really… If it’s okay with you could give it to me, or you could — err — not give it to me… but either way… well… it’s just a simple wish… something that would make my Christmas vacation complete…”
“You know what would make me happy this new year?”
“What’s that, dearie?”
“Well.. You already know.”
“Haha. We’ll see.”
“Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you.”
“It was nothing dear.”
“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, Mari.”
It’s funny. I’m smiling to myself, thinking how God never fails to grant my simple “wala lang” wishes. Sometimes I catch myself asking God for the simplest things, not really expecting that He’ll give in to my simple request. You know, it’s like that situation when you try to bum out a “libre” from a friend, but you’re not really expecting anything. Yet, in the end, you end up walking away with a free ice cream or a free nestle chuckie.
I usually ask those “wala lang” requests from Him during times when I need great encouragement. And it’s funny. Because as “wala lang” as those requests and wishes are… well… Right now, I still find that smile playing upon my lips, and I’m now greatly encouraged. Because I know that my Daddy God loves me very much.
And right now, as I ponder on my God answering those simple “wala lang” wishes, I find myself thinking, how could my Dad not give in to those requests that I’m already shedding blood for? How could He not be moved when I ask and contend for those things that indeed mean a lot to me?
I guess God is simply answering my simple “wala lang” wishes because He wants me to know that He could answer my big “I’ll die for this” wishes as well.
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