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Heart Burn Hurts


Heart burn hurts. 

 I experienced this phenomenon the first time when I was pregnant with my oldest son.  The ladies in the nursing home where I worked, had more reasons then I could count.  

He will have a lot of hair...which he did.  It will be a boy...which he is.  He will have colic...and HE DID!  Now that I think about it, they pretty much called it.

Now, I greet it like an old...acquaintance.   

With a little baking soda!

Another heart burn that I experienced first with my oldest and anticipate being familiar with until this life is over, is harder to swallow.

It is a heart burn that comes from a burdened heart.  That sixth sense that God gave Moms and Dads that things are just not quite where they need to be in the hearts and lives of one of our children.

When I sense this feeling in the pit of my heart, I first have to deal with my own anxiety and fear.  

It is so easy to mix up a good dose of my own baggage and call it a burden for my kids.  To make my hang up theirs.  To make them carry my own stuff. 

Releasing them to God to care for and protect takes some time for me!  When I've worked through the whole...they are God's and He loves them more than I do and knows where they are and what they need...

Then I pray.  A good old fashioned "pray your heart out" for me usually includes a walk or a drive.   

That burn in my heart is meant to flame the burden that I have for my kids and take them to the One and Only One who can meet their every need.

God help me not to "go back to sleep" in any way when the cry of my heart is from the burden that you have placed within me for my children. 

  

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