"I heard you", God said as He put a hand on my shoulder and sat down right beside me.
"I didn't think my crying was loud enough to draw any attention" I sheepishly replied.
"I wasn't referring to your tears", He said as He pulled me into a tight squeeze. "I heard your prayers...all of them...listened intently to every single word. I heard the anxiety and desperation in your voice. I shed tears for you...and with you...each time you knelt beside your bed and poured out your heart to me."
"Sometimes I'm unsure if you hear me...I wonder if my prayers get past the ceiling. I don't see anything changing or getting any easier. I don't hear any obvious answers. But I keep praying because I know you're there. And the more I pray, the more peace I feel; and with that peace I find the strength to hang on a little longer. Then here and there, I begin to recognize little things that convince me you must have heard me...that you're working feverishly in my behalf. And then I cry. I cry because I feel so loved and so important to you. And I feel so much love and gratitude for you that I don't know how my heart can contain it. Thank you doesn't seem adequate, but there really is nothing else I can say. I love you."
God sat with me for a long time. And I let Him. It's pretty amazing that He's never too busy for me. And I'm grateful for His patience while I am learning never to be too busy for Him.
