Cry Out

In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. | Psalms 18:6

I have leaned the truth of these words. He wants us to cry out to him with whatever it is that we have to bring.

No judgement.
No conditions.
No shame.

My son meets none of these when he comes to me crying out, no judgement, no conditions, he just meets open arms full of love and acceptance. The same is true of Jesus, when we run to him.

Finn Ryan Monaco
My son Finnegan, crying out. | Photo: Taylor Monaco

He wants us raw, and hurting, and bleeding, makeup melting off in salty tears. The ugly cry. That is truly what he desires. He is the one person we don’t have to clean up for. No sugar coating needed. No eloquent words. He created us, he sees us anyway. We can’t hide. We are seen by him, so come to him and let him see you, in whatever shape you are in. He will meet you there with a great love.

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