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Wounded Heart's Cry


So many hurting hearts in our midst.  A downcast face, tear filled eyes, slumped shame laden shoulders and isolated cries.  Heavy burdens.

Wounded and brokenness can breed bitterness and disable us with a victim mentality.  Wounded and brokenness can bring the release of surrender and freedom.  Isolation within or the connection of a perfect heavenly Father.  Powerlessness or personal choice.

I choose Him.  This wounded heart cries for the hidden refuge and the safe hands of my God.  

I want to fix.  He says release.
I want to punish.  He says to forgive.
I want to pound my fist against injustice and oppression.  He says vengeance is His.

I could write out a long list of why I have the right to be angry.  I could spend hours relating the wrongs done.  I could disassociate or run away.  Disconnect or distract.  Or I can make a choice.  Lie or be truthful.  A choice to connect to the only one who will have completely heal, love and restore me or to barricade and stand at defense. 

Today, He assured me I am His.  He said,

"Daughter, withdraw with me to a safe place.  The place where I draw you to me and heal you.  Allow me to care for you.  Allow and submit to my sovereignty, glory and power.  Connect to my life giving well.  Let my river of life spring up within you and allow nothing to come between you and I.  Give yourself fully to me and I will move through you."




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