He Heard Me

I'm always a little concerned about my life. A "little" is a mild exaggeration. I think about my standing with the Lord all the time, and THEN I worry. I know that God is merciful, generous, and righteous. He has showed himself again and again in my life in many ways, so I feel like I know Him, as much as I can. I want to know Him better and better though, and the only thing standing in my way is me.

I know He is always here. Whenever I call out to Him I am confident He hears me. What a privilege. What an honor. It humbles me. I am going to take advantage of this great gift. If I could go before a grand king of this world, and I knew that he would always be fair, just, and merciful how many times would I take advantage of that? All the time. Isn't our Heavenly Father far grander and more powerful? Nothing stands in His way. What is even more wonderful about God is that I can do it in private. I can air my dirty laundry before him and no one else has to know. I can cry the ugly cry in the secret of my bedroom, then wipe my face, and be up and about taking care of my household, with no one the wiser, but the Lord and I. Wow, who else can do that for you?

So, today, I woke up feeling a little lonely. I had battled earthly trials in my dreams, and felt when I woke that I hadn't slept at all. I went downstairs hoping to shake it, but after a while I realized that I hadn't taken any of my cares to the Lord. The boys were all busy at the table buried in their schoolwork, therefore I went upstairs to humbly talk to God. I know He heard me. No tremors came from the sky. The room wasn't filled with His illuminous white light. So how do I know? I felt that burden lifted from me. I felt He heard me. Have you ever talked to someone about something,(mostly it's been my husband), and when you were done talking about your concerns you felt HEARD. You felt like things were going to be better. Sometimes I worry after I have done such a conversation with Den that it may have weakened him, even though I have felt improved. However, with the Lord I never worry about that. I know that He is strong enough to take my burdens and really do something about them. What a relief. What a gift to be able to fall down upon my knees before his mighty throne and speak to the most high God. I can't truly explain my gratitude, but God knows, and that is all that matters.