Slightly Obsessed #154: Outcry
I will go down now, and see if they have done entirely according to its outcry, which has come to Me; and if not, I will know.
– Genesis 18:21
Our children love telling their stories of growing up in a log cabin.
Now that they’re all adults and have their own lives, getting together is a treat. Our family times usually involve a lot of stories and laughter, and it’s often hard to get a word in edgewise unless you’re especially competitive. I always feel sorry for visitors to our home because they hear all the stories again and again, often told by several people at the same time.
If you’re a quiet person at our house, you might feel overlooked.
Do you feel like no one ever hears you? Sometimes I do, even when I’m not at a family get-together. Sometimes I feel insignificant in this loud, crazy world, one small life among billions. I wonder if anyone would hear if I fell in the forest. Or in church or on a street.
But then, I remember.
He hears the honking of cars on a busy street and the shouts of children at play. He hears the curses of tired men and a newborn’s first breath.
To the Creator of sound waves and the eardrum come the roar of the crowds and the whimpers of a battered puppy. From this planet rise the outcry of nations and peoples and a twenty-four-hour news cycle.
He hears it, the weeping and the laughter and the music and the noise of our toys assaulting the heavens. He hears the groans of creation as it labors under the curse of a tired world. He hears the tears falling to the ground.
He especially hears your whispers to Him in the night.
Nothing escapes God, but He is so much God that He hears it all and yet gives special attention to those who are His. To Him, your prayers rise above the noise, because you’re His beloved child.
Never think your voice is lost in the crowd. The One who needs to hear you is listening.
Everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved.
– Romans 10:13 NLT