Insignificant

Sometimes it's the six-year-old that doesn't want to go to his sister's ballet practice.

Sometimes it's the three-year-old that isn't quite ready for bed.

Sometimes it's the almost five-year-old that just wants to play a little bit longer.

Sometimes it's the baby that has spent too much time in the car seat for one day.

And sometimes it's their mommy.

We cry out with fatigue and frustration and our voices float through the air and we hope that they will land on attentive ears.  We hope someone will hear, recognize, acknowledge, validate, and act on our behalf.

It is often so very difficult when we feel like we're just being moved along by someone else and the choices they've made.  We want control.  We want to be the agent of change.  We want our words to have power.

And they do.

We are a reflection of our Creator, the One who spoke the world into being (Genesis 1), the Word that became flesh and dwelt among us (John 1), and we have His words which can do more to sustain us than bread.  We also have the promise that we have a God who hears when no one else seems to be listening.

Psalm 145:17-19

New International Version (NIV)

 ¹⁷ The LORD is righteous in all his ways
   and faithful in all he does.
¹⁸ The LORD is near to all who call on him,
   to all who call on him in truth.
¹⁹ He fulfills the desires of those who fear him;
   he hears their cry and saves them.