crying in need

(baby goat pic found on the web)

There I was on a hot Friday the 13th afternoon in October—
did I mention it was hot?

Mid October and there has yet to be any near sighting of the
long awaited and highly anticipated Fall…

Anywhooo back to our tale….

There I was just coming out of Lowes, one of our big home improvement centers, headed for my car when I first heard it…


Was that a sheep?????

“Must be the heat” I mused as I continued on my journey to my car,
with air filters in tow….


I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the parking lot…listening.


Without skipping a beat, the baying sound filled the entire parking lot.


A woman just getting out of her car stops dead in her own tracks right by me…
“What is that crying? she asks confused.


We both are standing still as statues, listening….


“I think it’s coming from over there” as I point toward a yellow pickup truck
several lanes over.


More people stop…mostly women.
The same question…”what is that crying?”


Finally I discern that indeed it is the yellow pickup truck that happens to have
a large animal carrier in the back of the truck bed.
The truck is one of those that has a full back cover for the bed,
of which was propped up as the animal carrier was wedged between bed and
cover. I could make out something white moving a bit side to side in the carrier.


“Is that a sheep?” another woman walking passed asks bewildered.

“That or a goat” I respond as we all now stare in the direction of the truck.


By now I’m feeling a strong urge to follow the cry, but reason tells me
“take the air filters to the car and drive on home…”…
or maybe that was actually my husband’s admonishement from afar
telling me “do not stop, we do not need nor want a baby lamb or goat…GO HOME!!!”


Inside my car I can still hear the cries….


I roll down my window as I begin to pull out of the parking spot still feeling
a strong urge to go to this crying “baby.”


I notice several other shoppers, all women, making a bee line for the truck.


but this draw was something much more than mere curiosity.


This poor baby goat or lamb was in dire straights as it was wailing for “mother”


Finally pulling far enough away I no longer could hear the cries…
yet in my rear view mirror I could still see various women making their way over
to the truck…

Pondering as I drove….
was it the cries of a child, albeit animal, crying out in desperation that sent
out some sort of distress signal to the maternal instincts in the female
shoppers today??

The draw was strong to go attend to this crying baby…
I know because it was all I could do not to walk over to the truck myself.

And then the thought occurs to me—what of our own cries?…
those cries we utter and offer up to our unseen God and Father…Abba?

Those cries of anguish, despair, pain, desperation, sorrow…
Cries offered, or perhaps actually hurled outward and upward,
most often in distress or resignation…
cries of need and want…

And what of the One who hears those cries…is He not then drawn, even more powerfully
to our cries then we are to the cries of our own crying children….
So much so that He immediately runs to the sound each and every time!
As we rest assured, He runs…

(little lamb found on the web)

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.

Psalm 18:6

29 comments on “crying in need

  1. says:

    Oh my goodness 🐏. What happened to the poor thing? Did you go back?

    • No because I kept hearing Gregory in my head…”back away from the lamb…” πŸ™‚
      but what I surmised was a newly purchased baby lamb or goat who now belonged to the owner of the pickup truck and they had come to Lowes to get things for setting up a pen, etc. once home for this inconsolable baby…if I’d gone over there, I know the question/ statement would be “where did you get this lamb / goat cause I want one”…and then that whole scenario of me calling Gregory only to hear an emphatic “NO” was just not worth it….. πŸ™‚

      • says:

        With all the sad cat stories the other day, I was ready to go out and buy one, but Paul would have none of it. We actually have several feral cats in the neighborhood. I’m sure Gage would fight the idea as well. Yesterday, as we were out and about, I saw a sign “free kittens” Luckily Paul was with me and deterred my maternal instincts.

      • The Force is strong in this one πŸ±πŸ‘πŸπŸˆπŸ•

      • says:

        Yet, something compels me to stay away from cats as well and its not Paul. Some inner voice that claims they are too egotistical.

      • Oh Noβ€” I love my two little β€œchildren” β€”perhaps willful is more appropriate

      • replied to your humor on Luther this morning and it says I’m back in the moderation bucket—-just call your visiting trash πŸ™‚

  2. Edward Sosa says:

    Not only a beautiful reflection, but you just inspired me to attempt to jot down one of my own that I often share orally. Really inspiring in more ways than one!

  3. riverlifepsalms1 says:

    Sweet Jesus! This was powerful! Abba! Listen to this song! It immediately came into my Spirit! Jesus!!

  4. riverlifepsalms1 says:

    Reblogged this on New Life in Christ Jesus.

  5. ColorStorm says:

    It’s been said J that the mothers of crying animals recognize their own young distinctly, among thousands even, in a way that is magnificent; goes to your point as to how our God only has ears for you…………..and him……..and her…………..and them………….. πŸ˜‰

  6. Elihu says:

    I needed this reminder today. Even though I know God hears when I cry, there are moments when I forget.

  7. oneta hayes says:

    Such an inspiring story to illustrate the love of the Father. I take pleasure in knowing the Lowes customers were women of good heart who still want to seek our the hurting and comfort as much as possible. We hear so much about the watchers or the passers-by it gets disheartening.

  8. SLIMJIM says:

    God has certainly wired women to be motherly…

  9. Recently I went out into the country looking for some goat’s milk. There was goat dairy out there someplace.

    I’m sure glad my iPad has a great GPS mapping system, otherwise I would have gotten hopelessly lost.

    The journey was worth. The lady who owned the goats took very good care of them and it was obvious that they were all well loved.

    I wanted to go get some kid lubbin’s but since neither they nor their mommy (the lady owner) knew me at all, I restrained myself.

    I did get lots of doggie lubbin’s though. They were two herd dogs who helped Mommy tend the little ones.

    I suspect they had been specially trained to welcome paying customers too.

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