Why Cry Out to God

Why Cry Out to God

I sat in the kitchen, folding laundry, sipping coffee, tears streaming down my face. I’m scared. I want to know what’s next but I don’t and that scares me. Naturally, I cry. Most often I cry in the face of fear because I know what lies on the other side of a fear becoming reality.

I hate the idea of experiencing grief again. It is such a temptation for me to allow my mind to settle into fear instead of crying out to God in the midst of fear. But today I’m so tired of settling into fear. Today, I’m reminded that I’m free in Jesus name. So today I went against my instinct to settle and cried out to God to show himself mighty where I feel so weak.

I told him I’m scared of pain and asked him to show me how to have hope here. 

I told him I’m scared to grieve again and asked him to show me how to trust (his continued faithfulness) here. 

I told him I don’t know how to stop focusing on the “what ifs” and asked him to help me learn how to rest in the “even ifs”. 

I’m so tired of living and doing life the same way I always have- in fear. I’m tired of trying to control life circumstances that are so uncontrollable anyway. I’m tired of reading the scripture and being moved by them but not changed by them.

Don’t you want to read these ancient words that are ever true and see them come to life? I do and I’m tired of tolerating anything less than all he has to give.

It’s occurred to me that I don’t know how any of this can happen if I first don’t cry out to God for help.

I think of times I ask my children questions that I already know the answer to, but I want to hear the answer in their own words and from their own heart. It’s in this space with them that we learn each other better, know each other more, and love is demonstrated where it couldn’t had they not talk to their mom.

I understand that God is different because he already knows our heart but there is something powerful that happens (for us) when we cry out to our Creator in complete vulnerability.

We must cry out to our Father.

 

Cry Out: to utter inarticulate sounds, especially of lamentation, grief, or suffering, usually with tears, to weep; shed tears, with or without sound, to call loudly; shout; yell (sometimes followed by out), to demand resolution or strongly indicate a particular disposition

 

Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

    where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—

    he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel

    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—

    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,

    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—

    he will watch over your life;

the Lord will watch over your coming and going

    both now and forevermore.

 

If you want to read more on this topic, head over to In the Face of Fear post.

In the Face of Fear.

Have you ever been so consumed with fear that you find it hard to be the mom, friend, sister, daughter, wife you know God created you to be in the midsts of that fear? 

If you have read any of my writings, it is no secret I have wrestled with living in fear. I’ve been candid about the pain and torture of what it has been like for me and my family. It would not be a complete picture if I left you with just that picture- the torture. The truth is, I’m a woman who loves the Lord, wants to serve Him and be FULLY who He created me to be so tolerating being tortured by fear is not an option for me (though it is easy and tempting to accept it as my reality, “this is just who I am”.).

I have a piece of artwork hanging in my kitchen that says, “When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.’” I didn’t purchase and hang this piece for show but because it’s my hearts deepest desire. Don’t we all, as women of God, fully want to be who God created us to be? One thing I have learned for sure is living in fear will keep us from being that woman.

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Recently I have been faced with a choice- a choice to live in the fear of “what if” or the choice to take my thoughts captive and ask for the Lord’s help to trust His goodness- much like what 2 Corinthians 10:5 says. Both options take effort and energy if I’m being completely honest; however, my years of close relationship with the first allows me to say that the energy spent living in fear is wasted on us- always.

I wish I could say this makes choosing to take my thoughts captive easier but I’d be lying if I tried to convince you of such. However, what I now know is that although the initial choice brings great challenge, the result is much more rich. Simply put, living in fear has always birthed more fear and taking my fearful thoughts captive has always birthed a confidence of God’s goodness in my life. (Romans 8:28 NIV)

A dear friend- who knows all too well what it’s like to take her fearful thoughts captive- recently text this to me and it’s hanging on my refrigerator as a reminder of truth. I hope it does your heart some good today as I know it did mine.

“But I will look to the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation. My God will hear me. (Micah 7:7 NIV) You are waiting on HIM. HE is working behind the scenes. HE is obviously so near. HE is faithful to HIS promises.”

It was a few minutes after this text I heard my girls pointing and yelling to tell me to look up at the rainbow over my head. Thinking they saw a spot on the wall with a few colors that resembled a rainbow I looked up to appease them. Standing there in the kitchen, in the midsts of paying my bills and responding to my friend’s text, I looked up to find this…

God sees.

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The dear friend I refer to in this post is Krishana Kraft. She has recently authored a book called Tandem Living. I got the privilege of being a part of her book launch, and I can confidently say her book is one worth reading. She has such a testimony of God’s goodness to share with the world! You can learn more by clicking here. 

 

The sign in my kitchen is from The Shed. One of my favorite pieces of artwork!