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Heart's Real Desire

What Is Your Heart's Desire?

(September 3, 2010 Originally posted)

Have you ever noticed how often we aren't completely honest? Not with ourselves, not with others, and not with God.

Is it okay to have deep desires? Do we keep them hidden to protect them from vulnerability, from being out there where they can be questioned or judged?

It can be painful to admit what we truly want especially when our desires feel in conflict with who we are or what's expected of us.

But today, I'm taking a leap off the edge of security to say:

My deepest desire is to know God to know Him more every day and to give my life to serving Him boldly and courageously.

I desire to love without holding back to give my affection, passion, and devotion fully to my husband, my boys, my family, and those around me.

I desire adventure and risk. I'm tired of better safe than sorry. Can I be safe and sorry?

I desire to step out in love, career, ministry, and finance like never before.

I desire to reject the status quo and the fear of rocking the boat.

I desire to invest in my boys and my family's future not just with money, but with prayer, memories, and love.

I desire to love unconditionally and accept those around me without hesitation.

I desire to be free from the weight of pleasing people.

I desire to be challenged, to grow, and to take risks.

So now, I ask you what is your Heart's Desire today?

Comments

  1. Hills N ValleysSeptember 3, 2010 at 7:06 PM

    Hey I'm your first follower!! :) I look forward to your blog wise woman. :)

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  2. Heather Ann GillSeptember 3, 2010 at 7:23 PM

    I just thought it would be fun to dig a little deeper. So... what's your heart's desire?

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