This passage of Scripture tells me so much about God.

The simple fact that God “…hears my voice…” (Psalm 5:3, NIV) astonishes me. There are so many things for God to give his attention to: the sounds of his creation, the rushing waters, the cries of a newborn baby, the thunder on a stormy spring day. Each of these demands that God listens to them. And God does hear each of these. But he also hears me.

God allows me to “…lay my requests before him…” (Psalm 5:3, NIV). I consider all the things God must manage. Still, he is interested in what I have to say, my concerns, my joys, and my desires. Nothing I bring is too insignificant, too trivial for him to hear. This is because he loves me passionately. He is the one who “…knit me together in my mother’s womb” (Psalm 139:13, NIV). He is my Creator. He is my Father.

And so, with the Psalmist, I “…wait expectantly” (Psalm 5:3, NIV). This is my worship, that I begin and end each day with a sense of expectancy. I know that God is with me, and that God is in favor of me, and that God is undoubtedly going to do amazing things for me and through me. Expectancy, quite honestly, is what gets me through the day.

He hears you as well. So bring all that you are to him, simply wait, and expect.