Helpless was the cry I heard. The other day I spent a few hours with my sweet teaching partner and her precious six-week old baby boy. When she answered the door, the sounds of her precious little one’s petitions were crying out. Readily taking him into my arms, I thought about how this little infant couldn’t tell his momma exactly what he wanted or needed at that moment. He was calling out the best way he knew how. All he could do was cry, but we understood his demonstration of need. His helplessness, his dependence touched this mother’s heart.
So it is with our Father. My helplessness, my dependence on Him is what He desires of me.
So many times I feel helpless in my heart, as I cry out to Him. It seems that at times I don’t even know what to pray. The words are frozen on my lips. It’s in those times of helplessness that my heart calls out best to my Abba Father. My prayers and my helplessness go hand in hand to the One who knows me. The helplessness of my heart is heard even if I can’t say a word out loud. He hears and He listens to my heart as I call out to His heart, even in the silence.
He hears today the prayers of this mother’s heart in its helplessness. The prayer that is stronger than the loudest cry.
Who do I have in heaven but You?
And I desire nothing on earth but You.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart,
my portion forever.