Have you ever wanted to stand in the middle of a crowded room and yell, “Will someone please listen to me???” That urge struck me now and then when I was growing up because I was the kind of kid people overlooked. (It happens when you’re too shy to talk to anyone; eventually they kind of forget you’re there.) I spent a lot of time whispering to Jesus in the solitude of my bedroom, and you know, there was a lot of comfort in knowing HE always heard me. If you feel as though no one cares, no one listens, no one truly understands, you’re–please take this the right way–wrong. Because HE cares deeply. Call on Him. His ears are always tuned to the cries of His children.