Crying Out To God

Crying Out To God "My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God." Psalm 84:2 We have a new grandson named Christopher Thomas Brock, Jr, our sixth, and recently when he was visiting us he fell and hurt his leg. He immediately began screaming and crying at the top of his lungs, however in just a moment he was back up running around the room, laughing and having a big time. This reminded me of some of our children when they cried out at night, wanting their bottles or when they had fallen and hurt themselves. I thought of all the babies throughout the world and that they also cry out when they are hurt. There are many children who are born in mud huts and have no clothes and no food, while other children are born with wealth and want for nothing. However in every place the babies' cries are similar. Rich or poor, Eastern or Western, the babies all called out the same way to their parents. These children will grow up speaking a different language and eating different food, going to school or remaining illiterate, working in an office building or hacking plants with a machete, living under a tile roof or straw thatch, riding a car, a train, or a donkey. Each one of these children may connect with God, turn away, or never truly know him. However, each one of these children will one day die, and the cry at death is like the newborn child's cry to their father or mother, "Carry me." "Save me." Or that cry may be an anxious call into an unknown void. Our lives are so different as we live them. But at the end of life, we become more similar again, the way we were as babies. How we cry out at the end of life will depend on how much we desired our Heavenly Father all the years in between. He knows every voice and feels the beat of every heart. He longs to hear us cry out to Him and never stop crying out to Him until our dying day. Robert W. Brock My Daily Devotional Volume Seven September 22