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Hearts' Broken

Dear God,
Our hearts are broken today with the loss of our friend, Dad, Husband, Grandchildren, foster kids and co- workers.  An entire community mourns the loss of Nate Walls.  I met Nate as we worked together years ago when I was a family support worker.  We worked together as we went from company to another.   Companies came and went but Nate stood constant in our community as an advocate for families.  I'll never forget the night that I was late during a visit and he was calling the cops to find me.  He looked after us all. 

Everyone knew his kids and grandkids.  If we was out to eat or run errands or working; it was very common to see grandkids riding along!  If you were around him for more than 5 minutes you had heard about his family.

Nate's heart was huge.  Big enough for so many people.  Not perfect but that is what made him lovable.  He was good.  He loved with abandon and passion. 

My heart is broken for him and for his family but my heart is also broken for those who serve others.  Who is taking care of the care givers?  Who is guarding those who are guarding the most helpless and vulnerable among us?  Who is looking after the hearts of those who live and love with abandon, passion and courage?  Who help refill those who are pouring themselves out for others?

To you family and friends... I pray that you will have a seat.  Pull up the cushion beside me for just a minute or two.  Know that you are treasured and loved and valued not for what you do but for who you are.  Take time to give yourself to God and to open yourselves to His healing hand and restful presence.

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