We cried out to God, the God-of-Our-Fathers: He listened to our voice, he saw our destitution, our trouble, our cruel plight.
you truly never miss a thing, God. you never ever miss a heartbeat. your hand and your eyes and your heart are always attuned to our cry, no matter how insignificant, no matter how seemingly unimportant, no matter how ridiculous in our sight. your love prevails, it remains, it grows fruitful, it multiplies - all starting with you knowing our heartcry way before it even reaches our lips in a cry of both desperation and trust in you. thank you lord that you are our father, you are father! our good father, always thinking and doing good, always sovereign, always powerful, always loving.