Call On Him

I’ve always been the one behind the camera in our family—the one capturing everyone else’s moments. So, there aren’t many photos of me just being me.

One Sunday morning at church, a friend’s son was kind enough to go around taking pictures of our church family just being a family. It happened to be Easter. Later, when I looked through the photos, one picture stopped me in my tracks.

It was a rear view of me, squatting down in my polka-dotted Easter dress and high heels, right in front of my little grandson. His basket full of Easter eggs sat on the ground in front of him. He was holding one egg in his little hands, studying it closely, trying to mimic what I was doing. You could tell from the photo that I was helping him—showing him how to fit the two halves of that plastic egg back together.

That picture spoke volumes to me.

First, it reminded me of my Nanny, Phoebe Sargent. She was petite, feisty, silver-haired, and she loved getting her hands in the dirt. She always squatted down to meet me at my level, and I remember how special that made me feel. I guess that’s why I do the same with my grandchildren. They usually only have to call for their Nana once, and I’m right there—eye to eye, heart to heart.

That picture also reminded me of something even deeper: when I’m not feeling like a “big girl,” when life feels too heavy or confusing, God has no problem bending low to meet me right where I am. He doesn’t look down from afar; He comes close. He listens. I know that when I speak His name, I have His full attention.

And finally, that picture reminded me of what was actually happening in that moment. My little grandson had called out for help. He was struggling to put two plastic egg halves back together, and Nana came running. I helped him pick up the pieces and then helped him put them back together again. That’s just what Nanas do.

And that’s just what God does.

When we cry out, He bends low. He hears. He helps. He gathers the broken pieces of our lives and fits them back together—piece by piece, with love that never rushes.

The Bible says, “Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” (Psalm 116:2, NIV)

I’ll treasure that photo forever, not just because it’s a sweet memory, but because it’s a reminder of how love behaves—whether it’s from a Nanny, a Nana, or from the Father above. Love bends low.