He Hears Me

He is ten months old and full of more life than I can muster up before the sun rises.

He's not sleeping again. My husband and I have taken turns throughout the night trying to calm him, pacify him, get him to go back to sleep already. He had it down once. Now, him waking in the black of night feels like a cruel joke.

My body resists. I pull the pillow over my head and beg God for quiet. It doesn't come. So, I throw the covers back and go to him. And hours pass in the night and we are not sleeping. Not the husband who has to work early and long the next day, the mama who has another child to care for during the day as well, and definitely not the little guy who has decided he really likes 3am.

The day begins and he is already on edge. His lack of a solid night's sleep has not been good for his disposition. To be honest, it hasn't been good for mine either. I stand at the kitchen sink piled high with yesterday's dishes and wonder how in the world I will face the day.

My baby boy cries at my feet and I cry at the feet of my Father.

How blessed I am that He hears me. In the dark of night. In the midst of this life's noise and chaos. I can come to him, my alter a sink of dirty dishes, and He will hear me.

I have nothing to bring him but one tired and flawed mama, and still He hears me. Over the sounds of  crying and whining I am given His complete attention.

May I encourage you today to rest in the fact that the God of the Universe hears you. Wherever you are. Whatever season you are in. No matter how close you are to the brink of insanity.

May we breathe deeply of His goodness today and approach His throne of grace with confidence. He is ready and more than willing to listen.