One month ago our family welcomed Samantha Kahealani into the world. As according to Hawaiian tradition, her name was searched out and prayed over. Samantha won't understand the meaning of her name for many years to come. But her name has already become a blessing to me.
From the start her cry sounded heavenly to me. And through the days of jaundice and failed nights of nursing her name has reminded me to make my own heavenly calls to the One who hears.
In so many ways, becoming a parent has brought me closer to my Heavenly Father. His grace, mercy, compassion and kindness are all gifts that I haven't always understood how to receive. Until now. Because now, I need to give double the love. And so, I call.
Samantha's cries are cute and complete with a squeak at the tail end of a wail. But whoa can she belt out the jarring bellows when she's hungry. Like her, sometimes my cries sound ugly. Wretched even. Angry. But I have a feeling that the tone of my cries matter little to Him today because He has my tomorrow in sight.
What is heavenly? To call upon His name today. That's all that matters.
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. — (Jer. 33:3)
Seek the LORD while he may be found; call upon him while he is near... — (Is. 55:6)
The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. — (Psalm 145:18)