I'm right here!

A week ago, my three-year-old grandson along with his three older siblings stayed with us for 7-days.  Our normally quiet house was transformed to accommodate four more little humans with various needs and temperaments.  
It was a full house with plenty of action, bursts of noise, sounds of laughter and sometimes there were tears.
Even though it's been over a week since they left, I  can still hear my youngest grandson calling, "Grandma, where are you?"  
There were times, while he was here that I left the room he was playing in to put a load of laundry in the washer/dryer or step into the garage to get something out of the freezer for dinner.   
Almost, every time I was out of his sight, I heard his sweet voice calling out to me, "Grandma, where are you?"  
My response would inevitably be, "I'm right here."   And with those words, I would quickly come to his side.  Once he saw me, his face would form a sweet smile and he would go back to whatever he was doing.  But sometimes, he would run to my side and hug my leg.  
When my grandson called, I came.   

It's what grandmas do.

It's what God does for us too.
In Deuteronomy 4:7 in the (NIV) Bible, it says, what other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the Lord our God is near us whenever we pray to him?  
 I think we can all identify with this simple illustration of me and my grandson,  but how much more powerful is the picture we see in Deuteronomy 4:7. Our prayers to God and His response to us when we pray is the ultimate comfort. 
There have been times in my life when I called on the Lord and the picture of Him standing near me would bring a smile to my face.  And I'm not ashamed to say, there have also been times where I have run to Him and took hold of His leg like a fearful child in sheer desperation because of a need I faced.
Are you in one of these places today where you are asking, "God, where are you?"  If you are, find comfort in this—He hears and He draws near.  

"I'm right here!"







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