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At times, I do not understand my Heart's Cry!  Sometimes, it just cries.

 I'm in a season of brokenness, growth and vulnerability.  Disequilibrium, my husband calls it. 

I've resigned the job I've been passionate about for over 12 years and will leave a team I adore the end of July.  No, I'm not financially able.  No, I don't have anything else lined up.  I'm jumping off.

 My youngest son will be a Senior.  It is so unreal to me.  How can this be and when did it happen?  

 My middle son moved out permenently and I'm proud and miss him this summer.

 I worry about our parents and wish we were doing more for them.

A family I love left our church.  Others have moved to new areas.  They take part of me with them.

I'm leading a team determined to begin a Royal Family Kids Camp in our area.  While I am sure it is God's camp...I feel so inadequate.  

During a training this week, we were asked to write a letter to us from God.  How powerful this activity was to my heart!  Please take the time to write a letter to God and then hear what He is saying to you.  Mine is below.


"Dear Heather,

I hear your heart's cry and know the weight you carry.  I know every burden.  I know the path you are on and the one you will be walking and I am there.  I have gone on before.  I am with you and I will cover your rear!

Don't be afraid or discouraged.

Give me your heart.  The broken, scarred and scared pieces.

I made you to be who you are.

Now, be who I have called you to be."

Love,
God

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