Psalm 18: 6-9
In my distress, I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice and my cry to him reached his ears. Psalm 18:6
Fire Breathing Momma
My blood boiled, my jaw tightened, my fists clenched. "How dare him. You don't come to my house to play and then torment my child," I growled inside. It was a good thing the neighborhood friend was not standing right in front of me at that moment. I was on high alert ready to launch a nuclear mom tirade on the boy who had just bullied my son.
My child had come to me earlier in the day in tears. The older boy across the street had been verbally bullying him while they were playing kickball at our house. My son’s hurt heart made mine angry and broken. In that moment, I would have ripped the bully apart like a mother bear protecting her cub. You see, my son had cried out to me in his distress, and I had heard the pain in his voice and was ready to act on his behalf.
In Psalm 18:6-9, David cries out to God in his distress. He calls out to his heavenly Father in his time of need, and God hears. God not only hears David's voice, but he feels David's heart. It wasn't just my son's words that touched me, it was the depth of the pain behind the words. I knew he had been deeply hurt and that anguish moved me to action. David's distress signal reached God's ear and God acted. He shook the earth, moved the heavens, and came down to earth, placing the darkness under his feet.
On this Friday many years ago God heard the cry of mankind. Bullied by sin, burdened by the law, unable to win the fight against the never ending evil that enveloped the world, God moved heaven and earth to save us. Jesus' death shook the world, opened heaven, and forever placed the darkness of sin under his feet.
There is not anything we as mothers won't do for our children. We are wired to nurture and protect them. We carry their pain as if it is our own. God's love for us is greater than our love for our children. Sweet sisters, God loves you and there is nothing he won't do for you. Cry out to him in your time of distress knowing he hears and he acts. He bows down from the heavens and comes down to where we are.
The bully? Luckily for him, he wasn't verbally dismembered by me. Instead, he was banned from our house until he apologized and stopped being mean. It took about a month.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Hear our cries. Touch our hearts. Meet our needs. We can't do it alone.
Between a husband, 2 sons, and teaching high school my sanity is found in running and Starbucks. I have a circle of running friends who inspire me to be authentic and real as I live a life of faith before them.