A Cry for Help

Today I was watching one of those baby-story-type television programs while sorting through a ton of pink blankets, burp cloths, towels, and bibs needing to be pre-washed. The follows a new family for the first 36 hours after baby was back home. Yeah, I obviously had nothing better to do.

Anyhow, at one point the new dad said something along the lines of, "I was really worried about the baby's cries getting on my nerves or being insufferable, but it really just seems like he is calling my name." How neat that in God's design of babies, he made their little newborn squeals not only "sufferable," but familiar and heartwarming.

I feel much like a newborn baby at this point in my life. My surroundings are still really unfamiliar and ever changing. Nothing seems certain and all is scary. I can't claim certainty in the provision of a next meal, a warm place to sleep, or even the clothing on our backs. I don't know if the worldly comfort I am feeling will continue or if in the blink of an eye it'll be gone.

That being said, Hubs and I have been crying out to God a lot lately. Not simple prayers, but cries of desperation. In my flesh, I think that there is some secret code or word I have to speak to see God move. Will I have a contract when the baby is born? Will Hubs get a job? Will we be in Portland or will God move us elsewhere?

It's always nice to remember that my cries for help and guidance are never annoying to God. He doesn't hear a high pitched shriek and turn His face from me. He here's a baby calling His name and waiting on His move to provide.

Dear Lord,
Thank you for your goodness. Thank you for your sovereignty. Help me to wait patiently for what You have for us. Blessed be Your name.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7:31 AM

    What a wonderful and accurate observation! He is such a great Father and he will not disappoint you! He knows the way that you take and he has plans of success for your family.