Herbie The Love Bug And Wesley’s Heart Cry

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This picture hanging on my friend’s fridge stopped me in my tracks yesterday. Just two powerful words:

Remembere me!

A five-year-old-boy’s heart longing scrawled unapologetically with orange crayon.

How is it that children seem to have no shame expressing their heart cries?

Give Wesley another five years, and I bet he will have already learned to stuff his cry deep under shameful skin, tucked far away from an unsafe world.

But just because it’s not being expressed doesn’t mean it’s not there, silently screaming for attention every day:

Remember me!
Pick me!
Love me!
Forgive me!
Notice me!
Rescue me!
Pursue me!
Value me!
Cherish me!
Smile at me!

I wonder what your heart cry is. What it is that motivates you to do what you do and wear what you wear and think like you think?

I wonder if you even know your heart cry, or if it’s stuffed so deep you’re not even aware it’s there, urging you on.

Whether you’re conscious of your heart cry or not, there is One who is—your Creator:

O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar (Ps. 139:1–2).

Will you ask Him to reveal your heart cry to you? Or if you already know it, will you express it to Him today, like Wesley did to my friend?

Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us (Ps. 62:8).

He won’t laugh. I promise. He won’t crumple up your cry and throw it in the trash.

After all, did you know that He’s the One your heart is really crying out for—and, ultimately, the only One who can give you what you need?

Like my friend who hung Wesley’s picture on her fridge as a reminder to pray for him, God will take your cry seriously and answer it Himself.

In fact, He already did take your cries seriously and answer them Himself:

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows (Isa. 53:4).

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed (1 Pet. 2:24).

Will you post your heart cry on our “fridge” below? We’d love to pray for you.

About Author

Paula Marsteller

Paula Marsteller no longer tries to catch guys' attention by swallowing live goldfish, arm wrestling, and jumping down flights of stairs. (She's married to a wonderful man now!) She spends her days caring for her two young sons and seeking to practice "radically ordinary hospitality." She's the author of Confessions of a Boy-Crazy Girl: On Her Journey from Neediness to Freedom, and she and her family live in Central New York. You can catch her writing on PaulaWrites.com.

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