"Where do you draw the line when it comes to asking God what to do?"
My friend's question challenged me and made me pause and ponder. Where do I draw the line? I thought.
Every Monday I make my routine trip to the grocery store. I don't ask God about that. When I'm hungry I grab a bite to eat. I don't ask God if that is okay. When the laundry piles up I toss it in the washing machine without seeking heavenly approval.
But then there was that haircut I needed. Hmmm....
For years I have gotten my hair cut at the same place - one of those no appointment salons. I finally found a stylist that cuts my hair the way I like it and does so consistently. That's a big deal to those of us who like our hair to look the same every day, every week, and well, year after year. I admit, I am a creature of habit.
Just three days before my friend asked the above question, I had been struggling with whether to ask God yet again, "When should I get my hair cut?" I had done this for years and found that when I followed the Lord's promptings I would arrive on a day and at a time when my stylist was in and there was hardly ever a wait.
But for some reason I felt guilty asking this time. I wondered: Is it bothering God for me to ask Him such a mundane question? Am I being lazy when I could just call up and see if she's working today and which hours she'll be in? Why am I fretting about this when God has shown me time and time again when to go?
In fact as I sat at the kitchen table stewing over this dilemma a time floated into my thinking - two o'clock. Was that God? Just then my son asked what my plans were for the afternoon.
"I'm going to get a haircut." I replied.
"What time?" my son asked.
"At two." I decided to take a risk and check out whether I had heard from God or not. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30 pm. I gathered up my purse and made ready to leave.
My car pulled up to the hair salon right at 2 pm. I walked in just as the only other customer walked out. The place looked deserted. For a few seconds I was sure I had missed it. My stylist was not in sight.
"Is Greta here?" I asked.
"Sure. Have a seat."
Twenty minutes later as I paid for my haircut, I asked Greta what her hours were. God must have been smiling as she told me that she had just arrived right when I walked in. I hopped in my car, praising God for His gracious answer to my need. He wasn't mad!
First Peter 5:7 (NIV) says, "Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." Some folks might think it's bothering God to ask for something trivial (in their opinion) but I have never felt God was angry about any of my questions. In fact, by asking about small, every day decisions, I have experienced how much God loves me and how much He cares about what matters to me.
In the book of James we are told that if we lack wisdom, we should ask God for it (James 1:5) and if we do not have, it's because we do not ask (James 4:2). No guilt trips. No fretting. Jesus exhorts us to ask and keep on asking (Matthew 7:7-8).
So where do I draw the line? Right under the Scriptures I cited above.