By Becky Beresford
The other night I was lying awake in my bed, listening to the steady fall of rain on my roof. I began to pray the same prayers, mainly revolving around my kids and upcoming writing deadlines. Except this time, I noticed the silence. As I whispered words out into the early morning void, the stillness in my house imitated a stillness I felt from God.
Why hadn’t He answered my persistent prayers? Why weren’t things changing? My oldest son was still suffering at school. Our home was still so chaotic. The preschoolers were still fighting and destroying my home. I wanted transformation. I was looking for answers. And I began to wonder if God was listening.
It’s such a common thing. So many days we mamas wonder if our prayers really matter. Do our repeated cries to heaven make it to the Father’s throne? Sometimes it seems unlikely. Maybe they got lost along the way or were put on hold because of the urgency of others. But the Bible tells us a different story.
Within the pages of Scripture, we see an eternal reality. We do not serve a limited God. He is fully capable of taking on the cares of the world, without rating our requests. Every detail of our lives is important to Him. I may not have heard my desired response from Jesus in those early morning hours, but I did sense something sweeter.
I felt He was near.
God is Here
Mama friend, Our God is HERE.
He is with us, in this moment, at this time. Whenever we feel discouraged or we doubt God’s kindness, we can remember this precious truth: Not only does God hear us, He listens to us.
There’s a big difference between hearing someone and listening to someone. Our anatomy allows us to hear things. Our hearts allow us to listen.
Listening requires understanding. It beckons true empathy and compels compassion. Our God is so good; He doesn’t simply hear us when we pray. He moves when we pray. He meets us where we are and draws us close into His arms. The Creator of the Universe, who holds the stars in the sky, also chooses to hold our hearts. He comforts us and reminds us of the victory at hand. As this truth resonates in our spirits, we begin to open our palms and give our concerns to Him. Suddenly we find that our prayers are not merely spoken words. They are a bridge that ushers us into the presence and provision of God.
We have an extremely attentive Father. He wants us to lay it out there in all its messy glory. He can take it, and He asks for it. He wants us to release our worries and experience freedom from the heavy weight of burden. And even in the stillness, when the silence can wear us thin, we can rely on the character of a God who has shown up time and again for His people. It may look different than what we expected, but He never leaves us forsaken. He loves us. He is for us. He wants the best for our families and our kids. He is working all things together for good, even when we can’t see it—dare I say, especially when we can’t see it. He is moving mountains for His girls, and He promises our perseverance will be worth it in the end.
Take heart, dear mama. Your prayers matter. Keep on lifting them up to the King. And in the meantime, I’m going to lift you up to Him.
Be near to my beautiful friend. Let her feel Your presence as she trusts You with the worries of her heart. Provide where provision is needed. Protect where protection is required. Let her know You are listening. Bless her with peace that surpasses all understanding and give her confidence in Your character. Above all, I pray she experiences Your love in a fresh, deep way today. May she know she is a difference-maker for the Kingdom, and her prayers are paving the way.