I once asked God for something very specific. I asked Him several times, and eventually, I felt Him distinctly say that I don’t know what I’m asking for.

He was right, of course. But I felt that even in the foolish asking, He didn’t mind hearing what I was wanting. I like that about Him.

I’m learning that it’s ridiculous to try to figure out what to ask God for, as if He will only pay attention to the request that suits Him. He just wants to hear what I have to say, like any good father.

I love what Fledge, the Horse, said to Polly and Digory in The Magician’s Nephew:

“Well, I DO think someone might have arranged about our meals,” said Digory.

“I’m sure Aslan would have if you’d asked him,” said Fledge.

“Wouldn’t he know without being asked?” asked Polly.

“I’ve no doubt he would,” the Horse said (still with his mouth full). “But I’ve a sort of idea he likes to be asked.”

I don’t know how prayer works, or how it moves God. But I love that He likes to be asked. And what’s more, His Spirit prays on my behalf when I can’t even verbalize anything. He really has thought of everything.