Song in tears
The mall near my home opens early for folks to walk.
There are many interesting people who take advantage of this opportunity.
One morning I heard a child crying loudly in her mothers arms and it was beautiful to my ears.
I said to the lady "What a beautiful song." and could see the fustration in her eyes.
As I continued to walk I asked our Lord why the song of her child's cry sounded so differently to each of us. "I had not seen her viewpoint and she could not see mine" was the reply.
So I thought upon young motherhood and the heartache I'd felt when I could not calm my child and prayed "Bless her, Lord".
Today my baby is past 40 years of age and well do I remember when he was at her babies stage.
This has been my lesson while walking through the years: God knows the need, calling on Him will dissolve all fears.
Today his tears ring in my heart a cry that said to me; "You're my source, for my need I plea."
And as I thought of our Father. How He keeps us in His care. No matter what the problem we know the He is there. I thought of how sometimes I cry, not even knowing what I need, depending on His wisdom. He is my Source indeed!
Although our children reach a stage where they can stand upon their own. They respond with confidence to our loving bond.
And though I'm great-grandma now and my parents here are gone; I depend more each day on His great care and I come before His throne.
He never is "too busy" to hear my plaintive cry. He listens to my heartbeat and draws me to His side.
He understands my problem and my need He satisfies!
Leola
  
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