"Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!" (Psalm 116:2)
So many of God's names paint a picture of Him for us.
The Rock That Is Higher Than I.
Mighty Fortress.
Shelter.
Lord of Heaven's Armies.
And this lovely name, new to me as of about two days ago: God Who Bends Down. In my mind, I see a father towering over his child in power, in authority, in strength, in security, in protection. And yet when his child whispers, "Daddy?" I see this father bending down, his face close to his child's, pulling his son or daughter to him, gently asking, "What is it, my child? Tell me."
God's bending does not compromise His holiness. God's bending does not break Him. And His bending is not a "bending of the rules" kind of bending.
Also, God does not bend to listen because He is hard of hearing, but because He is easy of loving.
"Abba?" we whisper to Him, as long as we have breath. And from on high, He bends down, draws us close, and gently asks, "What is it, my child? Tell me."
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