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PUSH!

I feel today, a twinge of what it must feel, during those last stages of labor.  

O.k. so I've never had labor or gone through that experience.  But I think I can just imagine.  The exhaustion and determination.  The unthinkable, un-doable and the doing.  

We can't imagine what it will be like... then again, we don't want to.  

Terror.  Relief.  Emotional.  Ecstatic. 

This morning, I feel like this.  On the verge of labor.  Very burdened and pregnant.  Exhausted and having to pee all the time.   (O.k the last part has nothing to do with it.)

Instead of a nine month pregnancy and labor-its a lifetime.   

Conceiving.  Growing and developing.  Delivering.  Bearing all over again.

 I'm in the last month.  On the verge.  About to go over the cliff in so many areas of my life.  

Wanting so much for the three boys in my life.  Wanting for them more then I've ever wanted in my life!!

 I've dropped the ball in prayer.  This is what God is conceiving in me again.  

"Push in, Heather."  "Push Through."  "Push back."  "Push on."

 I'm back to school.  Full of the self-doubt of, "I'm too old."  "Will the benefit/cost ratio pay off?"  "Is this a fantasy or a dream?"  

"Push!"

My marriage is approaching 25 years and in the exhausted stage.  I adore my husband.  But I've gotten complacent and boring.  Accepting what is and not focusing on what can be.

"PUSH!"

I'm in a financial quagmire and in the plowing stage again.  Planting.  Weeding.  Waiting.

"PUSH!" 

I'm pursuing some projects that are facing opposition.  Not the easy -in your face kind.  Rather, the "oh, that's nice.  Good for you.  Pat on the head kind."

PUSH!!!

Whatever is in our heart to do.  

Let's do it with ALL OUR HEART!  LET'S PUSH! 

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