A cry brings God. A cry is mightier than the polished phrase. —Samuel Chadwick
I will never forget the day that Becca broke her arm. We were having fun together at the elementary school playground near our house. Becca was a first grader at the school and was showing me her “skills” on all the different play equipment. She was climbing and hanging and swinging and saying, “Watch this Daddy,” and “Look at me, Daddy,” and I was close by, watching and “oohing” and “aahing.”
And then it happened. Becca slipped off the bars and fell to the ground. She put her hand out to break her fall and landed on her arm. As I ran toward Becca she looked up at me and cried, “Daddy!” I can still hear her voice—it sounded so shaky and helpless and fearful. It pierced my heart.
I helped her immediately. I gently cradled her hurt arm and calmly told her that everything was going to be OK. I held her close as we walked back to the house. I assured her that her Mom and I were going to take her to the doctor. Two hours later Becca’s tears and pain were replaced with a fancy blue cast and a good story. I was the first person to sign her cast.
When it comes to prayer, God isn’t picky. As a loving Father, he wants to hear from us; he wants to help us. Prayer is less about the words we use and more about the Father’s love for us.
Check out Psalm 145:17-19 (NIV),
The LORD is righteous in all his ways,
and loving toward all he has made.
The LORD is near to all who call on him,
. . . he hears their cry and saves them.
God loves us. He delights in us as parents delight in their children. God always wants to hear from us, to live life with us and to help us. Just talk to him. Thank him for the good and call upon him for help. He doesn’t require perfect words or polished language. Your voice gets his attention and your cry pierces his heart. God is a good father to his children. He hears them, helps them, saves them and then, “oohs” and “aahs” over their story.