Yesterday someone shared with me a video of a baby that has cancer calling out for her daddy. I was asked to pray for this child. She was obviously in pain and the father was helpless but not hopeless. Where is God when you need Him?

The Bible says in Psalm 18:1-6, “I will love thee, 0 Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid. The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me. In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.”

Down through the years I have let the Lord down countless times but He has never let me down once. In my times of trouble and distress I have cried out to the Lord and He has heard my cry and shown up to assist me in ways that have been beyond my ability to understand.

Years ago, when my granddaughter was just under a year old, my heart was just about crushed as I was confronted with the possibility of losing her. This particular granddaughter has been very close to me. When she was a baby she would crawl into my office and play with a box of trinkets that I kept for her while I was working at my desk. I had an old shoe box filled with objects such as a broken watch, old cell phone, bracelets and other miscellaneous items that seemed to occupy her as she sat on the floor and played.

Every once in a while, she would crawl up to my chair so that I could bounce her on my knee. I loved watching her giggle as she bounced up and down. Sometimes I would place my hands over my face and we would play hide and seek. Instead of saying peek-a-boo I would say, “hey.” In time she started trying to do the same thing, even before she could really talk.

Sometimes she would crawl up to the door of my office and look in and say in a childlike manner, “hey” as she sat back to hide herself. What great memories.

One winter night just before she turned one, she had developed a little cold.

Although she was acting her normal self, we could tell that she had not been feeling well. Her nose was running and her eyes were slightly glassy but no temperature.

It was getting late and so my daughter decided it was time to go to bed.

I said goodnight to my daughter and granddaughter as they went to their room for some muchneeded rest. I wasn’t really sleepy so I stayed up to watch a movie.

As I was sitting on the couch watching my movie my daughter came rushing into the living room carrying my granddaughter and crying frantically.

My granddaughter’s lips were blue and she could barely breathe. Immediately a panic came over me and I told my daughter to jump in the car.

My daughter took my granddaughter and ran out to the car. I grabbed my keys and was right behind her.

Within seconds we were barreling down the highway to the Okemah hospital as fast as our little car could take us.

As we entered the emergency room the nurses saw my granddaughter’s face and jumped into action.

We followed them back to a room where they started working on my precious little baby girl. I could see that my grand baby was afraid and sadly she couldn’t even cry.

My heart was crushing and I was afraid that my baby was going to die. My poor daughter was frantic not knowing what to do and we were both calling out to God.

I just knew that if anything happened to my little grand baby that I wouldn’t be able to live and so I pleaded with Jesus to take me instead.

Deep in my heart the tears were flowing and I just kept saying, “Take me Lord, take me!”

All I could do was watch as my grand baby sat on the doctor’s bed staring at me. The staff at the hospital were amazing and because of their quick action they managed to get my granddaughter breathing again.

I’ll never in this lifetime forget the relief that I felt when she started to cry as she looked at me with tears rolling down her cheeks and said, “hey.” She said, “hey!”

Even today this memory brings a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye. That little word “hey” has been permanently burned into my heart. I don’t know what I would have done without her to hold and to love.

Apparently, she had a light fever that suddenly spiked to a point that it was literally closing off her ability to breathe. I thought she would die but the Lord Jesus heard our cries.

My little girl is older now and I will always be thankful for the time that I called out to God and He saved her. Does the Lord really hear us when we call out to Him?

The word of God says in Psalm 66:18, “If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.”

In John 15:7, the Lord says, “If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what you will, and it shall be done unto you.” Seems to me that a big part of answered prayer depends on us. Where is God when you need Him? In your life or out of the way, He is exactly where you put Him.