A few months ago I had the opportunity to spend the day in bed.
By "opportunity" I mean the nurse told me to stay in bed. All day.
I was not pleased.
My two-year old, in particular, did not appreciate that Mommy was not at his beck and call. Daddy was, and he was doing a fine job, but my son has grown quite accustomed to my immediate response to his cries for help.
As the day wore on, I heard my son in the other room.
Every part of my being yearned to run to him and fix whatever was causing him to cry out to me. It didn’t matter what he needed—a hug, a smile, a toy just out of reach—the need didn’t matter.
My child had my attention.
He just didn’t know it.
My Abba took that moment to remind me that He feels the same way about me. With one big difference. He always knows what I need. He knows exactly how best to meet the need. And He is always able to meet my need.
When I cry out to Him and He doesn’t answer immediately—or the way I want—I tend to assume He isn’t listening.
But I always have His attention.
And He wants me to know it.
Psalm 145: 18-19—The LORD is nigh unto all them that call upon Him, to all that call upon Him in truth. He will fulfill the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them. (KJV)
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