A Meal in MacPherson Sqaure

E is for Expectant

I know, I know...a week and a half is way too long to go without any profound insights from the mind of Becky. I know that you all have been waiting patiently (some of you, rather impatiently) for letter E. Silly me, I thought you all would have thought E was for Elf Yourself. I guess not. Anyway here is E...

On Saturday, Dec. 6th, our small group headed into DC to feed the homeless. Armed with a few loaves of bread, some cheese, chicken noodle soup and a grill, we set out to change the world. Or at least, the hungry states of a few citizens of the district. I'll be honest and say that it was not one of my top things to do that Saturday. I even offered to help a friend clean their house and I never do that. Needless to say, I was a little afraid.

We found a spot to set up our grill and table in MacPherson Square near I Street. I was unprepared for what happened during the few hours we were there. Manning the grill I thought I could avoid actually handing out the food( horrible, I know, but I just wasn't all that comfortable). God had other plans however. People came right up to the table and asked for food and then were grateful for a cup of soup and a slightly burnt grilled cheese sandwich.

On the ride home, I began to think about the last time I approached God and expectantly asked for something. As believers in Christ, we are able to boldy and freely ask and if it is in HIS will for us, we can be assured He will provide. I think most of the time I am so uncomfortable asking for something I so desperately want or need that I either forget about it or I go about trying to get it on my own. Most of the time (all of the time) I fail.

God wants so badly for us to come to Him with our wants and needs. He expects us to. He desires for us to ask boldly. And, yet, whether out of pride or timidity, we don't. The irony of it all, is that He created us. He knows our wants and needs before even we do.

That Saturday, I expected to enter the city, make a few sandwiches, and then leave. I expected to get in the car grateful for my coat, my house and my refrigerator. I never expected to come closer to my Expectant God.