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Heavy Heart's Cry

My heart aches for kids at times in such a way that it almost breaks...  Little kids, youth, and old kids-we all have the same need to be loved, wanted, important and special.

Dr. Perry says that every child in America today is in relationship poverty.  Starving for someone to have a relationship with them.  I see it everyday.  Sometimes even in my own family....  

The Heart's Cry to be nurtured and touched.  To be looked at and listened to.  To have support, challenge and expectations.  To know that someone in the world thinks that they can do anything.

We've tried substitutions: Stuff for time.  Pleasure for faith.   Entertainment for relationship.   Noise for loneliness.  Busyness for connection.  Stuff for reality.  We are all having it our way and yet no one is happy.

We hoard our love and our affection as if we are keeping it for a rainy day.  Yet all it does is stagnate and become bitter.   Like the Israelites who hoarded manna and it was full of maggots and rot. We will love and give affection if someone gives it to us.   We've neglected our own needs for connection for so long that we forget we have them...and so do those around us.

God has all the love in the world that anyone would every need.  But we are the vessels-the conduit of that love.  Reality is...when we pour it out then He can fill us up.  The love that flows then is real, eternal and powerful love.   The love we are all longing for.  The love our hearts are crying for.

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