Psalm 40

1 I waited patiently for the LORD;
he turned to me and heard my cry.

I don't know about you, but I'm not a patient person. Especially when it comes to a fussy baby. The other day I went to a friend's house. Usually, Aiden loves to go over there. She has five kids that love to entertain him. This time, he started crying as soon as we walked in the door and rarely stopped. If I left the room, he would scream. Yes, my little angel screams. Loudly! Nothing would get him to stop except my holding him. It got old fast. Very fast. By the time we got home, mommy and baby were on the verge of tears. I got him to take a small nap while mommy hid in her bedroom. When Olen came home, he gave Aiden some gas drops. Within a half-hour, he was a happier baby. Kinda makes you sick. I discovered later that he also had a tooth coming in at the same time. He felt bad and wanted mommy to convince him that everything was alright. After that day, I was ready for a mommy vacation. I'm just glad that God doesn't want to run away when I cry! Think about it...there are times when we cry and we don't even know why. It's enough to make us want to run away from ourselves. Yet, God turns to us. And listens. That's pretty amazing.