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My Heart's Cry Today- Don't Ignore the Pain

My heart is tearful and I don't know why!  The ability to ignore pain is a strength in my book and a value from where I was raised.  However, it can be a curse & I'm learning to pay attention whether it is a physical pain or a heart ache.   

If we ignore pain for too long we build callouses and weaken our responsiveness.  Our hearts cannot function the way they were intended.  Harden your heart and you weaken your soul.  Our spiritual hearts were created to be in a constant taking off the bad and putting on the new.  Just like our skin when callouses disrupt the skin process so ignoring pain disrupts the process of putting off and putting on the new. Pain is meant to cause our Heart to Cry out to God.  Not to ignore or put on pedestal.  Not to whine or use as an excuse.  Not to push aside.  Not to pin on someone else or looking to someone else to take it away or fill the loneliness.  Only God can hear our true Heart's Cry and answer it in the way that will restore it to functioning.

God my heart is crying out to you in fear for my boys.  Not their bodies but their minds and their hears. I know that where they are- You are! 

My heart is crying to you for the pain and suffering that is surrounding me.  My heart breaks for  so many.  I can't fix it.  You can.  

My heart is crying in loneliness and desire.  My Heart has such huge dreams and desires.  And my heart is crying at my own failures.  Failure for self control.  Failure to focus on my own health.  My heart is crying Lord today and I know that only you can hold me and put everything right!

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