We think our hands are open, willing to receive whatever the Lord has to give. Yet, so often when I come to God believing that my hands are open, I am already clutching something else in my grasp.

“Lord, heal me!” I cry, reaching out in faith for healing.

“Lord, guide me!” I plead, seeking answers and direction.

“Lord, empower me!” I say, looking for opportunities.

And the whole time, I think my hands are open. I believe He will answer, and I know He is able to give me what I’m asking for. Surely I will receive it, according to my great faith!

Only, I don’t realize I cannot receive anything because my hands are already full. If I look closely enough, I begin to see what fills them up…