In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry entered His ears. 2 Samuel 22:7
One of our adopted grandchildren reminded me of this scripture. When he first came to our son’s home he was diagnosed with autism and spoke not a word. He would point to things or make noises but would not speak.
Then as our daughter-in-law and our son lovingly included him in all the daily joys and struggles of life with four other brothers and sisters he began to gently unfold like the petals of a flower. He came to know and trust that his voice could be heard and valued, As weeks and months passed he began to speak, first a few words, then sentences. He began to run and play and laugh. The diagnoses of autism was reassessed to a slight learning disability. He had come to gradually experience being a member of a family.
In the same way as our grandson, King David tells us about his learning experience with the Lord. Throughout the struggles of his life he cried out for help and joyfully he discovered a God who hears and answers prayers. Every time God answers it is like the daily miracle of the sunrise. Our mind tells us that the sun will come up, but our heart is still amazed every time it happens. God hears and answers prayer not because we are perfect but because we are His. He has adopted us into His family and will listen to our cry!