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The Unthought Heart's Cry of Being Pursued and Wanted


 Pursue me!  I'm worth it.  I matter.  I'm valuable.  

"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me."   Cheap Trick Lyrics

My Mother used to sing this Cheap Trick tune, which usually meant she was feeling unloved.  Of course, I did not consciously know what it was she needed and wanted, but I knew her Heart's Cry.  I could not put in to words what it was she was feeling, but I knew all was not well. 

She would "take," put up with, tolerate and yet not accept.   Not because she did not want to, but because she didn't know how to accept it.  She would take less then she deserved and not accept what she did.  She was desperate for attention and yet her doubt and insecurity kept her on defense.

I see this Heart's Cry in so many of the women I come in to contact with.  When the defenses are down, the tears come up and we are once again the little girls who long to be loved.  And we don't like the feeling or the desire and feel vulnerable so we put the wall back up and get back to the task of "getting stuff done."

The battle within the heart of a women whose desire is to be a princess to the one she chooses.  For her knight to protect, guard and treasure her.   To feel as if she is of great value. 

Women are such a paradox.  Independent.  Strong.  Capable.  With the desire to be captivated and for adventure.

My mind meanders down the road of exploration and I wonder....  
Did God really create women with this desire to be pursued?  More importantly, did He put within each of us a hunger to be wanted?  Who is this hunger for?  And why?

I think of Rachael whom Jacob worked an additional seven years for.  He tolerated abuse and being taken advantage of by his father-in-law.   
Genesis 29:10-11: “When Jacob saw Rachel, daughter of his uncle Laban, and Laban’s sheep, he went over and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered his uncle’s sheep. Then Jacob kissed Rachel and began to weep aloud.”  
Jacob wept.

And Rachael was up for anything...as long as she was with Jacob.  She packed her entire life, climbed on a camel and followed him to his home. His love gave her courage as he shepherded her.  She was ready for a new adventure.

Another desire of a woman's heart.

"You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free"
Read more: Tom Petty - Wildflowers Lyrics | MetroLyrics
So ladies, we were created.  Made for a purpose.   Our Heart's Cry for being pursued and adventure was given by God.  It is the depleting feelings of doubt and insecurity that lies to us and steals our passion and our joy and our relationships.
  

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