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If you are a mom among multitudes of moms and kids, let’s say . . . at a beach, or in a gymnasium, and you hear a child, any child, holler in a blood-curdling scream, “Moooom!!!!” you will notice at once every mom among moms will turn their head to see if it is their own child calling.

Likely, adrenaline begins pumping in your veins the moment your ear hears and your head turns.

Just in case.

If one of our own people has an emergency, the spinning begins. In short order, we find ourselves donning our appropriate and perfectly fitting Wonder Woman empowered apparel.

More often than not, we find out it was not our child. So, in our relief, we unwind, settling back into our street clothes and continue sipping our iced tea.

Fervent parents reflect of our Heavenly Father.

{More Powerful Than Wonder Woman}

In a Psalm penned by King David, he describes his crying out to God in the midst of his trouble, and how God came to rescue him from his enemies:

  • David felt the earth reel and rock.
  • He saw smoke coming from God’s nostrils.
  • He saw devouring fire coming from His mouth.
  • The mountains trembled and quaked because He was angry.

David continues his descriptive rescue:

  • He came down riding on clouds and on the wings of the wind.
  • He was shrouded in both darkness and light.
  • There was thunder and hail and coals of fire accompanying the voice of God.
  • Arrows, with flashes of lightening routing them.
  • He laid bare the seas and the foundations of the earth.

And then, finally, after all of that, God scooped up his son, and rescued him from his hateful enemies:

“He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.”
Psalm 18:19

Dear friend,

Do you doubt God’s love for you? Is your hope thin?

So often we get to that place. Enduring darkness for what seems like eternity, grasping to hold to His promises of healing and deliverance. When will God come down and rescue me?

I’ve been in that place myself – as a mom, when the 24/7  seemed to wall me in, and I didn’t feel like I could go another day without a retreat. And the deeper dark days of despair that stacked up as I endured the affliction of anxiety and depression.

In those days, I’d felt the heavy Hand of God upon me. Somehow in my spirit, I knew my own fiery trial was the loving hand of discipline. Yours might be that, but there are so many other reasons we endure afflictions in this life. Ultimately . . .


When we belong to God, every affliction endured is leading to good. Ultimately the greatest good; bringing us nearer to God.

For years David was pursued by jealous King Saul, who intended to kill him. For over a decade David lived on a promise, God’s presence, and prayer.

The promise came when he was a boy, anointed as Israel’s King by the prophet Samuel. He wasn’t established king until he was thirty years old. Can you imagine the years going by and the increased temptation to give up; to doubt the words that had been spoken over him? Forgetting the promise and moving on would have been natural. But . . .

David was in an intimate relationship with God, which made him super-natural.

The same is true for you, if you are in love with Jesus.

This morning, I read this sermon mentioned by my friend.  It’s a message on the life of a favorite writer, Charles Spurgeon. (Written/recorded by Pastor John Piper.)

Toward the end of the message, Surgeon was enduring such a time. His hope was wearing thin when he cried out to God:

When I was racked some months ago with pain, to an extreme degree, so that I could no longer bear it without crying out, I asked all to go from the room, and leave me alone; and then I had nothing I could say to God but this, ‘Thou are my Father, and I am thy child; and thou, as a Father art tender and full of mercy. I could not bear to see my child suffer as thou makest me suffer, and if I saw him tormented as I am now, I would do what I could to help him, and put my arms under him to sustain him. Wilt thou hide thy face from me, my Father? Wilt thou still lay on a heavy hand, and not give me a smile from thy countenance?’ … So I pleaded, and I ventured to say, when I was quiet, and they came back who watched me: ‘I shall never have such pain again from this moment, for God has heard my prayer.’ I bless God that ease came and the racking pain never returned. (“The Anguish and Agonies of Charles Spurgeon,” 24)

This feels precious to me.

The way God ran to answer David’s prayer; the way He heard and answered Charles’ prayer, amplifies to me His Fatherly attentiveness to, and zealous love for His children.

It is a wonder that we doubt His love, isn’t it?

Because of our own fervent attention to our little people … okay, totally honest-moment … it doesn’t change one iota when they are adults. For real.

I still spin into my ‘Wonder Woman costume’ when my adult children cry.

Why would I expect any less wonder from my God?



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