buttermilk toast

This entry has nothing to do with buttermilk toast, but I couldn't think of a title and one of the girls I live with always uses the expression "buttermilk toast" to show excitement - so I thought it was a valid title.
This week at work was super busy - my supervisor kept me hoppin. I've made a few driving trips in the city to pick up donations - this is always an experience, especially during rush hour. Yesterday was especially busy. I went in to work early at 10am and left late at 11pm. But since I was busy the whole time, it didn't seem like a long day.
Last night I took some kids to the times square church youth service that they have every Friday night. It was a small group, but we really enjoyed it. It was an excellent service. My favorite part of the sermon was when the preacher (who was french and had a pretty cool accent) was explaining the verses in the Bible that talk about how all we have to do is simply ask God for things and he will give them to us (you know, the "ask and it shall be given", or "anything you ask in my name" type verses). He talked about how people just take the word "ask" at face value there, when it means so much more. He said "it doesn't mean the word ask like when you go to McDonald's and say 'can I have a burger, fries, and a blessing from god, please'. It is a petition, it is a longing, it is a heartfelt desire".
I think too many times I just ask God for things and expect to get them. But what he wants is a heart that is yearning, pleading for him - because then what I will be asking for is just to be closer to him, to be more like him, to feel him - and these types of things he loves to give.
Its two weeks from today until I will be flying back to Ohio. My time here has flown - but it has been good. I just have to make sure I get the most, and give the most in the little bit of time that I have left. Peace.