Are you like me and hate to cry? Our pride stops us or maybe someone shamed us for shedding tears when we were just a kid. For whatever reason we scold those tears, we need to understand this one thing: God listens for our cries like a mother her firstborn child.
When I brought my first daughter home, I hung on her every peep. When her call entered my ears, my feet jumped any hurdle between us, attentive to her need for nourishment, cleanliness, warmth, protection. As her sisters cries entered the family, my response time had to pick and choose, ears perked to the most critical first.
Our heavenly Father’s response to our cries are forever His first priority. His hands never too full, his children never too many. The Lord, who owns the skies, shakes the earth—bows the heavens to rescue us. Nothing can withstand the heat of Christ’s love when we cry out to God.
Heaven forbid we say to our soul, “There be no hope in God.” For if we’ve trusted in Christ as King—our joys our sorrows our cries our lives surely belong to Him. Our Savior’s deliverance is perfect, proven—no enemy on earth has power to thwart Him.
Never hold back your tears from God, He never withholds His love from you.
“He sent from above, He took me, He drew me out of many waters.” (vs 17)