“It’s so loud in here.” Ellie exclaims as she yells and adds to the noise. Having a house with 4 kids and 2 dogs get noisy at times. Actually noisy isn’t quit the right word. Maybe It gets a little loud. No, that doesn’t quite describe it either. Deafening, maybe that is a bit closer to the noise decibels coming out of our home at times. To give you a glimpse when Silas was an infant we used to call his cry a pterodactyl scream thinking it couldn’t get any louder. So now just imagine adding both twins screaming at the same time on top of that. (Can I say hearing aids will be in my near future.) With all that screaming there are moments where it is so loud, you can’t hear anything. Crazy how that works right? So much noise that you can’t distinguish any of what is actually being said. “Chocolate Milk, Apple Juice, Chicken, He’s touching me, Stop, He poked me, she’s copying me, and on and on it goes.” Wait a second, there are more voices here than just our kids, and then we notice the 4-5 neighbor kids all going in the madness thinking it is hilarious.
I hate to say it but there are times with all the noise Lindsey and I cant hear what is being asked for and it goes unnoticed. Within 5 minutes or so Eli or Silas will come to us upset asking “Did you get my drink?” Feeling bad in that moment I normally will reply with, “Buddy did you ask e for any?” After a glare, the simple response of, “Yeah, but you must not have heard me.” Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, or maybe there was just to much noise to tell the difference. “I’m sorry bud, I must not have heard you amongst the noise of everyone asking.
You ever think about prayer that way. That your voice is just one in a million calling out to God all at once. You begin to feel like they are just hitting the wall amongst all the noise in the world. Or that your prayers aren’t as vital or important as someone else crying out in the midst of a hurricane or medical diagnosis.
I know there have been times in our homes where the kids will feel like we just don’t care, but the reality is we just don’t hear them.
Let me tell you something now and please hear me very carefully. Even amongst all the noise and prayers going up, God hears you specifically. He knows your voice and is listening. Even though you may feel that there are others crying out for other things, you are just as valuable.
He designed you, he created you, he wants to hear from you. Just as we want to hear from and speak with all of our kids, how much greater is the heavenly Father’s love for you.
Maybe it is just as simple as crying out saying, “Lord, I need you.” Pulling at the pant leg of God just as our girls do when they really want our attention and allowing Him to reach down to be the comfort. Picture that with me now. Here you are crying out, “Lord, Lord” and He is reaching down picking you up like a little child.
You are not just one in a billion voices to Him. You have a name, a voice, a story. Cry out to Him like He hears you today and watch as He answers.
Awesome