The Slightest Sound

 

                Last night I was having another one of my crazy, imaginative dreams when my son woke up. He was not crying but was making the smallest groaning noise that made its way into my dream. After I woke up, I could barely hear the sound that woke me trickling through the monitor. I knew he must be having trouble sleeping so I got up to put him back to bed. After a few more hours of rest, the same thing happened. This time he was making a slightly different noise, but the result was the same. I woke myself up and put him back to sleep.

                Matthew 6 talks about how we should not worry about food or clothes because God will take care of us and in Matthew 7:9-11, Jesus says, “What man among you, if his son asks his for bread, will give him a stone? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!” I wonder if my prayers would be different if I thought of God responding in the same way to me as I do to my son. The slightest noise is all he has to make for me to recognize his need and come to him. Do I really think of God as taking care of me with this much care and attention or do I still hold on to the idea that God is some celebrity superstar that I can admire from a distance but never get close to?

                I want to live my life knowing that I am being cared for in the way that I care for my son. I want to act like I am loved and considered important by the One Whose opinion matters most.

                God, Thank You for reminding me of Your love for me once again. Please help me not to take this love for granted but to let it transform my life, my priorities, and my way of thinking about the world. Amen.