He Heard Me Crying
Emotions frozen, fear pinning me to the ground. I stumble through the day while tears ebb and flow like tides on a restless sea. My mother’s heart wants to jump in, wants to stop the nightmare, wants to save her from herself. The temptation of images of all sorts of horrors threatens my peace, peace where is my peace? Where did it go? I hold a promise in my hand “Don’t be afraid! Do not be discouraged for the battle is not yours, but God’s” 2 Chr 20:15 The tide goes out again, and the tears temporarily dry on my swollen face.
I step outside, the night sky is clear. The moon shines softly, its beams dimly lighting the ground around me. Is she looking at the moon? If the sky is clear she will see it the same way I do. This gives me comfort, somehow brings her closer to me. I pause and look straight at the moon, then beyond. Beyond the moon is Someone who sees, who loves, who cares. “Indeed, He who watches over…[my daughter] never slumbers or sleeps.” Psalms 121:4 NLT My shoulders relax and I return to the house.
Tears continue to come and go but, I remember the moon and God who is beyond it. Exhausted I crawl into bed. I pull the covers over my head perhaps to hide, to escape, to put a final end to the day.
A good night’s sleep takes the edge off the pain. God, the one that never sleeps, gently wakes me with comforting words. He brushes His tender hand across my face and whispers. “… nothing can ever separate us [your daughter] from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow- not even the powers of hell can separate us [your daughter] from God’s love.” Roman 8:38 NLT
In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From His temple he heard my voice, my cry came before Him into His ears. Psalm 18:6
I am not alone, sadly I hear story after story from heartbroken mothers. To each of you, I want to say I understand, I care.
… you heard me crying! Yes, you came and told me, do not fear. Lamentations 3:57