During the week, my wife cares for two of our grandsons. At two years old, the younger one, Colton, still struggles with his vocabulary so that even when he can find a word to use, he also cries out. He especially loves his toy trains and cries if he can’t find them. Whatever the cry, we respond because we love him.In that respect, God is no different. God watches over us and answers our cries for help. God can hear my cries along with millions of others at the same time. Some days, Colton is needier than usual and wears out his grandmother. But God is more powerful than my wife. Our cries for help never wear out God.Some of my cries may be insignificant, but God doesn’t restrict our access to times of utter crisis or emergency. We are invited to come to God any time, as a little child would, and that’s what I do. As the parent, God listens to our small concerns and heavy issues alike. God’s answers to my cries are always in my best interest, whether I think so or not. Like any good parent, God loves to give good gifts to us.