It was the end of the service and we were singing our last song of the day when I saw her walk up the platform stairs and approach the guest speaker. She approached with an urgency that first made me a little concerned for the speaker. All I knew was that this woman was not ready to exit like the rest of the congregation.
I could tell she was a mother of young children by the familiar nursery sticker she wore on her top with her child’s number for security purposes. We had just listened to a Mother’s Day message about how to strengthen our families. It was encouraging and inspiring. My son took notes and texted them to me. Ahem.
While the band played behind me I saw the young woman lean in to tell the speaker something but all I could make out was, “What about…” After that it was time for me to sing my part. I don’t know what exactly this young mom was after, but what I saw that day hasn’t let me go.
Maybe it hasn’t let me go because I also have a million and one of those moments where I want to ask, “But what about…” and never have the courage to ask. That mama’s boldness to rush the stage and ask for more moved me to want to do the same.
I love how our guest speaker responded. After listening to this mama pour her heart out she pulled her close and prayed with her through the end of the closing song. It was beautiful.
There comes a time when we have to choose to reach out and ask for help or deal with the consequences of what might happen if we don’t. Neither one are comfortable in my experience, but I have never regretted getting help when I’ve asked. Even when the help isn’t perfect. Besides, I think Jesus loves it when we ignore the crowds and take a risk to ask him for more.
Ask him for more.
Jesus said, “Daugher, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!”–Luke 8:48 The Message