As I closed the door, I winced. I could hear him rolling over and that meant one thing, my chest wouldn’t be there to crash into, he’d notice my arms weren’t holding him, the whimpering would start, then the crying. It happened every nap. Sometimes he’d make a half-hearted noise and that would be it, sometimes he’d cry for a few minutes before suddenly stopping, fast asleep. Sometimes the wailing would start… It was different every time, but one thing that never changed? I was intently listening, just outside the door. The whole time. I knew that this was something my son was old enough, healthy enough and safe enough to do. For him, his world was lonely and dark. But I was there. He thought I couldn’t hear him. But I was there. He wondered if I would ever come back. I was so much closer than he realised. So as her son learnt to fall asleep, this mother diligently stood outside his door, heart in her throat, wishing he knew how much love existed for him in that moment. And I heard my Father in heaven whisper to me…

“See Clare, just because I choose not intervene every time you cry, does not mean I am ignoring you. I never ignore the cries of my people. I am far closer, far more involved than you could ever know.”

So to those of you crying out with no apparent answer, please know your Father is so close. He may not be choosing to intervene right now, but He is not ignoring you. You will forever be the focus of His loving attention.