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desires and motives

A few days ago on my cousin’s birthday, my uncle asked what she wanted God to bless her with, so he prays about it when he went to church. She said she wanted money and my uncle said ‘Ah, instead of asking for things like wisdom’.

I asked him why she was supposed to ask for wisdom when what she really wanted was money.He said Solomon (unsurprisingly) asked for wisdom and God blessed him with all other things. I asked him if Solomon asked for what he really wanted or asked what he felt would be ‘right’ in the eyes of God.

 I have no doubt (ofcourse with the guidance of scripture), that God is more concerned with motives: why we do what we do than what we actually do.
Many of us have what we are believing God for in this year. Before the year began I found myself thinking of my upcoming birthday. The age I would be attaining this year and inevitably started assessing life. I started praying about certain things I wanted God to grant me in this year. And stopped mid prayer; did I want some of the things I was asking for because I really wanted/needed them. Or because everyone expected me to have them at this time in my life. 

 I sincerely believe we need to do better for ourselves,want more for ourselves, achieve more, regardless of where we are in life.But wanting something because people expect you to have them would most likely leave you miserable. Lead you to make choices without careful planning or thought which would leave you in an even worse place than you began.
This is a perfect time to really think about the things you want. Think about why you want them.

  Think about whether you even really want them. And then present them before God and take a step towards it.
God bless us.

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