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Staying Heart

Gypsy blood runs through my veins I believe.  I get this insatiable urge to go and be and do. I want to do it all!!! 

Reading my missionary newsletters today and my first thought is, "I want to go."  Good Grief.  My heart can go out.  My money can go.  My prayer can go.  

But my heart needs to stay.  Here is where I am.  Here is where my heart stays.  Doing what God has called me to BE right where I am.  Here.  

Here I am a wife.  My energy and my passion needs to be here.  Staying Here with my boys in prayer, time and love.  Staying with my church and my job.  Staying with the field that I am to take care of.  Staying.  Only being and doing what I'm supposed to be doing and being.  First things first.  Being faithful in the little the things. Here.  

If I can't truly stay in the where I am then how will God ever give me more.  

Staying in love.  

Staying in prayer.

Staying in hope and peace and joy.

Staying in boldness and courage.

Staying in quietness and stillness.

Staying through loneliness or boredom.

Staying through.
Staying with.
Staying in.
Staying.

"I have not run away from being your shepherd..." Jer. 17:16  and 

Isaiah 26:3-6 "Stay in this land for a while, and I will be with you and will bless you.  So Isaac stayed in Gerar."  


 

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