Tuesday, June 28, 2011

He Hears My Cry


My baby’s cry has great power.  The power to make me spring into action.  The power to make me run to his rescue.  The power to wake me at any hour of the day or night.  I go to him.  I comfort him.  I meet his needs.
Sometimes he’s hurt.  Sometimes he needs to be fed.  Sometimes he needs to be clean.  Sometimes he just needs to know I’m there.
We often cry out to God for the same reasons.  We are hurt.  We need to be fed.  We are dirty and need to be cleansed.  And often times we just need to know that He is there.  That He hears us.  
And our cries carry the same power.  They cause Him to spring into action.  He heals.  He nourishes.  He forgives.  He makes His presence known.
So let us cry out to Him.  We were created to grow and mature, but not to outgrow our need for Him.  He is and always will be our Father.  Our strength and our shield.  The fortress of our salvation.  Our shepherd.
Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy.  The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.  My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.  The Lord is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.  Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever. 
Psalm 28:6-9


  1. visiting from Thought Provoking Thursday. Thanks for the reminder. I am crying out to the Lord for some "big" things in my life. I pray He is running toward me as I cry.

  2. Such a lovely and clear example of God as Protector, Nourisher, Healer and Forgiver.

    Thanks for linking up to Graceful -- it's lovely to meet you here!

  3. I am often amazed at how sensitive I am to the nighttime movements of my boys, even still. They are 12 & 14 but my body still rouses when theirs do. Imagine how much more our good Father is tuned to our comings and goings. Thank you for making me think today, and for sharing this sweet playdate!

  4. Beautiful post, very thought provoking. It also reminds me of a songs my husband plays often, Hear my cry by Fred Hammond. I find comfort in knowing that He hears us as we hear own own children. How He is there for us as we are for our own children.. Helping, carrying and loving us!


  5. Sometimes I wish I was more like that baby. So trusting in its parents to come to its aid at just a cry. How many times am I too proud to cry? Thinking that I can do it on my own. When what I need to do is cry out to my Father in heaven!

    Thanks for linking up to Overcoming Busy today!