He Heard Me Cry
Last night, I was celebrating my birthday at my sister’s house. My children were tucked in—or so I thought. Hours later, I paused and said, “Does anyone hear crying?” At first, no one did. Then we all heard it—it was my daughter.
There were three mothers in the room, but I was the only one who recognized her cry. Even in a different house, with noise and laughter all around, I knew her voice. That makes me think of today—Resurrection Sunday.
Our Heavenly Father hears us just like that. Even when life gets loud, and we’re not in familiar places—He hears and responds to our cry because He knows how to take care of His children.
He sent His Son, Jesus, to save us and that’s because, like a mother’s ears, He was/is attuned to what we need. The Cross wasn’t just about death. It was a rescue. A love so deep it chased us down and raised us up (John 3:16).
“If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father…?” – Matthew 7:11
Today, I celebrate a Savior who heard me—and got up so I could be lifted.
Resurrection Prayer: Lord, thank You for hearing us, even when our cries are soft and situations unfamiliar. Thank You for rising so we could rise too. Help us to never forget the love that found us, rescued us, and redeemed us. In Jesus’ name, Amen.