In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears.
I am ever-mindful, whenever I am around children, especially, just how appreciative I was (and remain so) that my own did not cry much at all!
From infancy upward, unless my three were either sick or hurt, none of them were whiney, thank the Lord! No colic or obnoxious tantrums (not that we were fuss-free, mind you). Sleepiness and the grumpies were good buddies, still are, but always remedied by a little rest.
My Mom, bless her little heart, was the same way. In her eighties, as her caretaker for many years, I do not remember complaints about ANYTHING ! No mention of aches or pains, nothing!
Others go to the other extreme, having learned from a lifetime of complaining, that whining yielded results, molding them into less than desirable companions.
From my mom and children to pets, I have really been blessed as a caregiver, not to have encountered excessive complaints.
There was a huge difference between hearing my mom or children calling or crying out for me! In one there was a sense of wanting me, the other was more a sense of urgency on their behalf.
I know that nothing is too small nor grand for the Lord to handle. How do we ask, though? As of late, I am sorry and embarrassed to say, I have been a bit whiney to Him. Even as I type this, I find conviction unveiling my unattractive attitude toward a sense of entitlement from my Father, the King.
“But, Daddy,” I might say, “Psalm 50:10 says You own a cattle on a thousand hills, so what is giving me _________?” All I hoped for was _____! It would have cost Him nothing to bless me with it.. so, “poof”, I should get it? I hope He reminds me of this next time I glare at a child whimpering for something in the checkout line!
Certainly I dare not attach an implication that He doesn’t love me if I do not get whatever it is. E X C U S E M E, He DID give His Son to DIE in exchange for my miserable sins! The Father did this WITHOUT me asking! The more one gets, the more one wants, it seems! But I’m not THAT way, or AM I?
“Blessings” aren’t just in the form of things wrapped neatly or presented in pretty gift bags, they are also found in a can of soup, gas money, a warm bed, as well as countless intangibles!
At one time or another, certainly any of us may have presented our “wants” as “needs”. We try to convince ourselves and others there is no difference. The line can get blurry; in desperation, we deliberately tend to gray it a bit. Maybe if we just “word” something creatively, using some manipulation, it will seem more like a necessity. Hmm, I bet God can’t see through THAT!
Lord and King
Thank You for every blessing You have given us
We thank You for hearing our cries
Just knowing that You are there, Almighty God
Gives more comfort than human vocabulary can dare articulate
You know what we need
You also know our wants
Father, so often Scripture can be taken and spun to our own interpretation
To suit ourselves
Father God, we know when we cry out, You listen
We give praise for the Power in Your Name
Let us please delight in the Wonder of our Lord
Please give us wisdom to determine a genuine differences between calling and crying out to You
Although You know, see and understand the depth of our needs and the degree of our wants
At times, we need a perspective to realize the distinction
Through the Power of Your Son Jesus
“Give Me Jesus”
“Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus”
“Cry Out To Jesus”
“Shout To The Lord”