I was jolted awake in the middle of the night recently. Alex had cried out, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” I jumped up and went to where he was in bed. Before I could get there, he had called out to me again. And I had asked him what was wrong. He paused… replied, “Oh, nothing. Never mind.” And with that, as I sat beside him, he laid down and went immediately back to sleep.
He went back to sleep immediately. I, on the other hand did not. That shot of pure adrenaline that flows into your system when you think there is danger or injury related to your child was being pumped through my arteries and veins with quite a surge.
So, I ended up getting up and having plenty of time to spend with the Lord in the middle of the night… in the quiet… by myself. Those often turn out to be some of my favorite times alone with Him.
And in the wee hours of the morning, I read in Psalm 18 how God flies to our rescue when we cry out to Him in distress. It was my experience with Alex that recalled to the forefront of my thinking that God does that for His kids. And so I searched it out. Sure enough, God does.
He doesn’t just amble… or mosey… or saunter. No, that Psalm informs us that He rushes… indeed, He mounts a mighty cherub and flies to our rescue when we simply cry out to Him.
Of course He does. If I, a limited, finite, imperfect dad can be roused from my snoring, then certainly my perfect Heavenly Father who never sleeps rushes to me when I cry out to Him.
And He will fly to your rescue, too, if you cry out to Him. You can count on it.
This week, I may take a little journey through Psalm 18 and reveal several other actions God takes on behalf of His children. Check back each day and be encouraged.