Monday, July 6, 2009

Can Crying Make a Difference?

"Mommy, help me! Mom--," she cries out once before going under. She started in the shallow end of the pool but had walked almost undetected to the drop off point where the water was over her head. No life jacket. No floaties. Only four-years-old, she hasn't yet learned to swim. She bobbles up. "Mom--!" Desperate. Down once more. Her mother dives for her. As she utters that second cry, the person in closest proximity gets to her first. Lifts her out of the water. Scared, but unharmed. Places the darling in her mommy's loving arms. Because this little girl cried for help and someone responded, a potential tragedy was averted. I wonder how my life would be different if I cried out to my Savior more often instead of trying to carry the weight of my problems alone. In Psalm 3:4, we read: To the Lord I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy hill. According to this verse, God hears us when we cry to Him. He hears the desperation in our voice. Our despondency. Our dependence on Him. The cry of His children moves Him into action. Sometimes, I have a problem in verbalizing this kind of neediness. I try to conceal things from God and from others. I'm unwilling to acknowledge how fragile I really am. How my faith can be fleeting at times. How I'm fearful about what others will think when they see that I don't have everything under control. But what if I admit that I'm standing at the drop off point. The water covers me. I panic. Without divine intervention, I'm going under for good. I cry out. And He lifts me. Offers me the opportunity to catch my breath and to recover. Holding me in His loving arms. Strong arms. Everlasting arms. Until I do. Could I make a difference in my little part of the world? Could you? Sweet dreams, Deb


  1. Deb, thanks for visiting my blog and for your sweet comment. I'm so glad you did, because it encouraged me to come over and 'meet' you.

    I love this post. I'm going through a situation that involves health challenges with my Dad right now (he's been in a hospital since March 3rd after errors were made in a procedure that should have been day surgery). I can identify with that desperate cry for help. Thank you for reminding me that when I cry out, God will answer me.

    Trusting in Him,

  2. Deb,
    You know how I am reaching for His strong arm to hold me up. Thanks for the encouraging words in this blog and the ones you give me personaly.
    I love you, Joyce

  3. Deb, how true it is. We can't carry our burdens, we need to cry out to God. My life situation would be quite overwhelming if I did not have a Savior, a lifeguard who can lift me out of danger with His strong arms.

    Thanks for this post.


  4. I apologize for commenting without it having anything to do with your post. I am trying to champion a family in need. It seems that because they are of the reformed faith that very little has been done to help them. Anyway I will leave the link and ask at least someone to pray. This woman has had her entire colon removed and also a bilateral radical masectomy. They have depleted all their resources and they really need some help.

  5. Just had a nightmare this morning that woke me at 4 a.m. and I got up to read God's precious promises and fight off images and fears. I'm so thankful He listens and matter the time of day and no matter how irrational the dream can be.

    I've stumbled onto your blog and appreciate your writing and how you are clearly saturated with God's Word! He is glorified by your blog!

  6. I love reading your comments!

    Knowing what you think makes blogging worthwhile.

    Thanks you.

  7. Thank you so much for this post. Sometime I too wonder just how much time I let go by before I cry out. Till I am drowning and can't breathe and the water comes rushing in... why don't I start crying out sooner?

    Just this past weekend I felt in over my head, but thought things would be fine with a little rest, a little self care... but it just got worse, until finally I cried out to God... After the whole weekend.... sobbing on my bed, literally crying out as loud as I could.
    I am good at running from pain, but this seemed to help. Have you ever read the book, "the power of crying out" I can't remember who it is by right now, a small book our bible study is reading through together. So good... Provides us really good discussion.

    Anyway, sorry this got long, but your post here just struck a chord with me.
    God bless,

  8. Powerful.
    I've been "in-over-my-head" lately, so this resonates.

  9. Heather,

    Thanks for recommending the book; I'll look for it this weekend when I go to the bookstore. If you come across the author's name, please let me know.

    He's truly wants us to cry out to Him so that He can demonstrate His love to us and through us.


    I'm glad that the Holy Spirit spoke to your heart through this post.

    He spoke to mine as well.

    We serve an amazing God whose unfailing love always comes through for us.

  10. I needed to hear this today. Thank you for sharing. I don't remember how I found your blog, but I'm glad I did! Have a beautiful day!
    ~ Cory =)

  11. I'm a crier....but so often in self-pity instead of in urgency to speak to a living God who hears and cares! I appreciate this reminder and all the comments that gave my "little faith" a shove to cry out again and trust Him for an answer. Thanks again, friend!