God says: Prove me now
Call to me,
I will answer you,
I will show you great things,
I will show you impossible things and
I will show you unimaginable things
Don’t pick on people,
don’t judge them
don’t jump on their failures,
don’t criticize their flaws & faults
unless, of course, you want the same treatment.
Don’t condemn those who are down;
that harsh attitude can boomerang.
Be easy on people; you’ll find life a lot easier.
Give away your life; you’ll find life given back,
Give to others freely.
You’ll not only get back
but it’s given back with bonus & blessing.
Giving, not getting, is the way.
Generosity begets generosity.
WHAT is God saying here but this:
God has open windows in Heaven.
They are yet in service.
These windows aren’t bolted shut!
The hinges aren’t rusty.
God flings them open
God pours forth blessings from them.
He doesn’t hold back.
He opened them for Moses, and the sea parted.
He opened them for Joshua, and Jordan rolled back.
He opened them for Gideon, and armies fled.
He will open them for us─if we will only let Him.
Heaven has rich storehouses.
God’s fountains and streams are overflowing.
His treasure rooms are still bursting with gifts.
The lack is on our side.
God’s warehouse is full and it’s ours if we ask.
We have not because we ask not
Ask, and it will be given to us;
seek, and we will find;
knock, and it will be opened to us.
We know God hears us in whatever we ask
we know we have the requests
that we have asked of Him.
1 Jn 5:15
Our Lord constantly says:
Prove Me now.
Give Me a chance.
God will pour the blessing out
until we’re embarrassed for our lack of space.
“Give all He asks; take all He promises.”
S. D. Gordon.
The ability of God is beyond our prayers,
beyond our largest prayers!
I have been thinking of some of the petitions
that have entered into my prayer list innumerable times.
What have I asked for?
I have asked for a cupful, and the ocean remains!
I have asked for a sunbeam, and the sun abides!
My best asking falls immeasurably short
of my Father’s giving: it is beyond that we can ask.
J. H. Jowett.
“All the rivers of Thy grace I claim.
Over every promise write my name.”