Faith

God does not combat the impending armies of Satan with might and power, but with the weakness of a babe.

I can only disbelieve you or believe you. If I disbelieve you, I go on being a miserable bore.

We are still so much closer to Peter in our flaws than his virtues, and Christ is still our rescue.

Could it be that the root of not asking is not believing, either in the power, or worse, the graciousness of the Lord to address the issue that lies before us?

When Jesus spoke about mustard-seed-sized-faith that moved mountains, He wasn't making a quantitative statement as much as a qualitative one.