In the middle of all our blessings, sits our world, a planet filled with troubles and need.
Seems like everywhere you look, there are real emergencies.
An epidemic of handgun violence in Chicago
Isis continues it’s plans for damage and mayhem in the name of faith
Syrian refugees pour over the Turkish borders, running from the bombs of their own government
Tornadoes, floods and record snows batter our country
North Korea launches rockets that prepare for the addition of missiles
These are true calamities, and we are moved to pray and donate time and treasure as we are able. And these are only some of the global concerns. There are many more tough roads people walk in their own lives. Addiction, deportation, medical challenges…
It’s easy to become overwhelmed as the television and newspapers give us more and more reasons to pray. To reach out. To hope for healing, peace and harmony.
Recognizing so much sadness, don’t you wonder sometimes if God can or even should hear our prayers? All over the globe, appeals to God are lifted that are so dire and immediate. My concerns seem so small and unimportant in view of all the cries in war, violence and disease. They’re kind of embarrassing really, compared to what I see.
Looking for an answer to my question, I thought about the parents of young children. They respond to their newborns with love and attention to their needs. So…isn’t God like that?
And remember the days when you took your infant to the doctor for check-ups? Sometimes your child cried because they were scared, which was expected. But then there was the cry that came after a vaccination. And not just with the shot itself, you knew you had to be prepared for a day or two of your child’s fussiness, lack of sleep and clinging close.
My daughter was like that. She was a little, pint-sized person, especially as an infant. After her second DPT shot, she developed a sizable, bright red rash at the injection site. It was very tender. (She ended up being allergic to the ‘P’ part of the shot.)
I called the doctor, and was told to give her medicine for the swelling and discomfort. She was one very unhappy camper. And of course, she needed me and her father for comfort.
My son was two years old then. Even though my husband and I were very worried and involved with our daughter, we didn’t forget, abandon or ignore my son. We knew he still had needs, and we were there to fill them too.
Now, if we could balance that, then how much better and fully is God able to hear all our needs, great and small, in this world of trouble and trial? Surely He hears everyone’s prayers and bends to us with love to respond just as tenderly.
So let’s keep praying for our troubled world. And yes, for ourselves too. The Lord hears it all, and He doesn’t prioritize.
He just knows we need Him.
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