Why do I forget to ask?

I was telling my hubby a week or so ago that we needed to get some comforters for our toddlers (the winters are super cold here!) I started planning how I would try to budget it into the next month’s funds and thought about which thrift store we could check out. Money can be tight, so I was hoping we would be able to squeeze it in.

A few days later an older lady who lives on the corner was riding by on her bike as I was getting my mail. “I have something for your babies” she called “can I come over to give it to you?” She was knocking a few minutes later and brought 3 beautiful hand sewn quilts for my babies.

This one

This one

and this one

As soon as she opened the bag with the blankets I was convicted. God had sent the blankets, and I hadn’t even asked him. Seeing the need for the blankets I automatically started trying to figure out how I was going to get them on our own strength. Why hadn’t it even occurred to me to ask God? He knows before we think to ask.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363886412589745900 That Married Couple

    What a sweet neighbor!

    And I agree, it's so easy to ask Him for the big stuff and then forget and try to go it our own on the little stuff.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254315970336710941 CM

    God is awesome, isn't He! :)