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Stirrings


 Faintly...I felt a stirring.

Oh for the days when I might feel those first stirrings of life within me.  The flutter of a heart beat or the movement of small new life within me.  Bringing "being knit together" an entirely new meaning.

I would slow my breathing and still my body just for the chance to feel to feel him.  To feel them.

Small rumblings or stirrings; signs of renewal and new life. 

Can I feel it again in this stage of my life where body is done and my home is becoming empty?  

What about my husband who felt left out when I would cry because of it?  

How do my friends whose longing for this stirring is the cry of their heart?

Can God create something new in me again?  

How will he speak life into my world once more?  

To bring something out of nothing!  

Light into darkness.  

Life into meaning.  Meaning into life.

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Psalm 51:10

I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. Ezekiel 36:26
Please pray with me for God's dynamic stirrings of new life within each of us.

God I want to feel your life within me again.  To have something out of nothing called into being.  I need you Lord to create in me a pure heart and renew a steadfast spirit within me.  Please take out my heart of stone that weighs heavily on me and give me a new heart of flesh.  Please begin a new work within me.  Awaken me.  Thank you as my eyes become open to you at work within me.  I do Praise you because you said that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 

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