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As I listened last night to the speaker share about "not being shut up" and living life loud, I questioned my life.  Where in my life have I stopped asking God?  Have I shut up as I listen to the crowd?  

The crowd of music, news, tv, computer, people, fear, doubt, "reality" and busyness? The looks, the raised eyebrows and the whispers? Where I have been rebuked and stopped loving and reaching out or being who God has made me to be?  

What is stopping me from reaching out to Jesus as He walks by in my life and ask for His help and love for me and for others?

As a precocious woman, I don't know if those around me know how fearful I truly can be.  Wondering if I'm missing something?  What do people think?  Am I being understood?  Sometimes when I say something, it is like I am speaking a language of my own.  Have you felt that way? Doubts and insecurities keeping our eyes inward and not on the one who has all of the answers to all of our questions.

I invite you to sit by the road with me!  Just sit with me and let's ask Jesus for what is on our Heart.  He always hears our Heart's Cry!!!  

Don't let the crowd rebuke or shut up our HEART'S CRY.  God take our Hearts and hear our cries.  Help our hearts to cry to you!









 29As Jesus and his disciples were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed him. 30Two blind men were sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was going by, they shouted, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!"  31The crowd rebuked them and told them to be quiet, but they shouted all the louder, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!"
 32Jesus stopped and called them. "What do you want me to do for you?" he asked.
 33"Lord," they answered, "we want our sight."
 34Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.

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  1. UnknownSeptember 27, 2010 at 7:38 PM

    Listen to Live out Loud by Steven curtis Chapman: "Think about this
    If we really have been given the gift
    of life that will never end
    And if we have been filled with living
    hope, we're gonna overflow
    And if God's love is burning in our
    hearts, we're gonna glow
    There's just no way to keep it in"
    I have to constantly remind myself that I do not need to fear any man. Turn to my savior who sacrificed everything so that I can live out LOUD! The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? SO let go make some noise?

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