God Hears Our Every Cry

One afternoon, when I was four or five years old, my friend from across the alley came over to play. While playing house, I got the idea that the little closet that jutted out from the wall of my bedroom would make a perfect little house. My friend agreed.

It was a close fit. We pushed clothes aside and stood in the box which served as a hamper. I proceeded to try to shut the door but I ran into a problem. Uh oh. There was no door knob on the inside. Hmm...I wasn't easily deterred from my plan. I took a wire hanger and slipped the hooked end under the door. I gave it a quarter turn and it slipped around the bottom of the door. I gave it a tug and the door snapped shut. We were delighted at my ingenuity for a few moments until it suddenly began to grow very warm in the closet. I tried to open the door. My hand groped in the darkness for a door knob which wasn't there!

Before you come down too hard on me, you have to remember that children this young have a rather limited understanding of cause and effect. This meant that while I did understand that the lack of a door knob could keep me from closing the door, I did not stop and consider that it would also prevent me from opening the door.

As the closet grew warmer and warmer, my friend and I began pushing against the door. We beat on it. We screamed as loud as we could but my mom was downstairs in the kitchen and couldn't hear us. We began to perspire and gasp. My head had a strange buzzing feeling. We didn't realize it at the time but we were quickly running out of oxygen. This was a very small space with barely enough room for two little girls and the door fit rather tightly. In addition, it was a closet full of clothes. We were definitely in trouble!

My friend slumped against me and her hand slipped out of mine. She struggled to say "I think we're gonna die." I grabbed her hand again and weakly pushed against the door again. Nothing happened. I tried to call out but couldn't. No one could hear us. No one knew we were locked in a closet.

Suddenly I remembered something I had learned. God could hear us. God knew where we were. God could get us out of the closet! I tried to mumble a simple prayer. "Jesus, please help us..."

I tightly held my friend's hand and pulled her with me as I lunged against the door one last time. The door flew open and we tumbled to the floor as our lungs filled with cool, fresh air.

I learned two valuable lessons that day:

  1. Always make sure you can get out of a place before you shut the door.
  2. God hears and responds to our cries even if we are locked in a closet and even if it is our own fault we got there in the first place!
I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me. Psalm 77:1

K :princess:

Lisa Stoughton @everfaithful ·

K
Thank you for sharing this story. I can't think back that far to remember when I was little and God heard my cries. Lately though I have cried out to God for even things I think are small things and He has heard my cries. Praise God!
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Linda Young @savedbyegrace ·

Beautiful illustration of very spiritual lessons.

Thank you for posting.

:heart: Gracie
Virginia Sills @happytoberestored ·

K,

I think of all the times I've locked myself in the "closet of shameful ways" and had to get down on my knees before I could find that doorknob.

Praise the LORD He hears my cries!

GREAT post.

:heart:

V

Susan Cope @lilysvalley ·

Great lesson!!
Thank you
Lily

Andrea Lynn @allforhim ·

Awesome illustration K. We sometimes go tumbling head first into something without thinking and find ourselves trapped and praise God He hears our cries and leads us back once again. Blessings! Andrea

Laurie Gustafson @childofjesus ·

that was very encouraging thank you for sharing.