I was in my room, catching up on facebook after a busy day. Checking my emails, getting sidetracked… you know.
The boys were still sleeping, my hubby was off to work, Eva was toddling around.
Then I heard it… the cry.
I went to check on Eva to see what was wrong. She loves to climb on the back of the couch and look out the picture window. But she is still so tipsy. So she had fallen over onto the end table beside the couch. It was actually quite funny! She wasn’t hurt, but she couldn’t move. 🙂 I laughed at her, but picked her up and kissed her.
Sometimes we cry to the Father because we are overwhelmed. We aren’t always hurt, but we are trapped. We can’t move. We don’t know what to do, or where to go. So we cry! He wants us to cry! He wants us to reach out to Him when we just have fallen on our faces and need help getting up.
When we cry, He will come. And that makes me feel so loved.