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Awakening Desire


You know the one.  The one that is so intimate and strong that it aches in your belly?  

A passion.  A dream that has been with you since you were a young, kept tucked away like a buried treasure.  Hiding it from even those closest to you for fear that it might not be taken seriously.

When we are still...it kicks.  Wanting to be let out.

We marry and we put ourselves aside to begin our family.  Our children are born and any thoughts of self are shoved to the back shelf.  Those rough and exhausting nights tempt us to take a peek at it.  Fear slams the door.

What do we think will happen?
What are we so afraid of?
Where do we think this desire will take us?

So we pin it down.  Shut it up.  We don't feed it or give it air and soon it quits crying out.

Then we wonder why life has become boring.  
Where is that girl that would go toe to toe with any challenge put before her?  
Why can't we start the fire that once burned?

Passion is not an enemy or something to be afraid of.  The deep desire of our heart is usually one placed in us by the God who made us.  

Hiding it and denying it hurts us.  Letting it have full reign does as well.  

Sweet friend.  Young woman.  Old woman.  Whomever you are...don't hide those desires that God has placed within your very roots.

My secret desires?

I want to preach and build rural missions at home and abroad.

I want to own land again.  To have chickens, cows and to be close to my horses.  To walk in large garden or a grove of trees whenever I want.  To have a greenhouse.  A small place to write with white curtains and a loft.

I want to build a greenhouse for families.  Single moms with little girls and boys.  A place for young families to have time to heal and grow within shelter and with support until they are strong enough to be transplanted.

I want to get my Masters Degree.

I want to teach.

Whew...  that was freeing.

What is it friends and family that is the Cry of Your Heart?  That desire that you are scared to voice?
Let's walk together and be that support.  A tribe!




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