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Is there anybody up there?

During those many days the king of Egypt died, and the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. God saw the people of Israel—and God knew.” (Exodus 2:23–25, ESV)

Have you ever cried out to the heavens? Or sobbed pleading prayers into the darkness of your bedroom?

Israel knew this pain. The people of God under Egypt's yoke knew much more about enduring sorrow than we might think.

Israel before the exodus knew nothing of the miraculous fulfillment they were about to see. What they knew was generation after generation of burden and slavery. And as the burden grew, they did not just stoically endure, they staggeredthey cried out to God.

Crying out to the heavens feels bitterly empty. The loudest cry dissolves into the expanse, leaving no evidence it ever existed, even less does anything actually seem to change. The weeping prayer is no less disappointing, our idealism has led us to believe that those quiet moments might birth miracles.


When Israel cried out, they had no idea whether the heavens heard them. They didn't know whether their groans and cries mattered in the least.

But God heard them. God had never left them or forgotten them. Though the heavens might seem deaf and blind, our God is not. God knew the trials of his people and he also knew his plans for them.

Child of God, you are not forgotten or forsaken. Your tears and trials are not overlooked.

Don't let the silence of the heavens deter you. God knows.

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  1. What a God-send you are. Thank you for this encouraging word. I continue to pray that God will keep you humble and bendable. MW

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