Can You Hear Me Now?

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The ping from my phone startled me. My Sunday afternoon nap had stretched into evening.

"Are you ignoring me? LOL" read the Facebook message from my daughter.

The dreaded words searching for service  were at the top of the screen. My signal indicator had two bars, my Wi-Fi signal was strong, but no calls or texts were coming in or going out.

Near panic set in. (well, at least some brief confusion) In this day of instant and constant communication, I was frustrated at the lack of function from my device.

Fortunately my discomfort was short-lived. I dug deep into my knowledge of technology. I turned my phone off and then back on. All of a sudden I received several text messages that had been sent to me during my nap.

The disruption of service caused an uncomfortable feeling for me. Both daughters had been on the road after travelling to visit me for Mother's Day. I had missed their messages that they made it safely home.  I worried what they thought when I didn't respond.

As their mother, I want to be there for my children. I don't want them to ever think that I don't hear them. As much as I love them, I am fallible. I am an imperfect parent of imperfect children in an imperfect world. I can't always be there, I can't always hear or understand exactly what they need or want. Our communication is sometimes interrupted.

Fortunately, we have a Heavenly Father whose phone never says searching for service. His line is always open. He hears and understands us perfectly every single time. We never have to worry that He won't respond. He's never too busy or "on the other line."

"When I called, you answered me; you greatly emboldened me." Psalm 138:3 NIV

"I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I have been saved from my enemies."
  Psalm 18: 3 NIV

"This poor man called, and the Lord hear him; he saved him from all his troubles."  Psalm 34:6 NIV

"...they called on the name of the Lord and he answered them." Psalm 99:6 NIV

"Call to me and I will show you great and unsearchable things you do not know." Jeremiah 33:3 NIV

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