Would you bear with me while I share the kindness of Jesus?

This big girl, with a little girl heart, has weathered a few storms the last 7 years…just like you.

I can hardly hold back the tears because today was a day of restoration for my heart in many ways. Only He knows the need for a hurting heart.

I know what it’s like to have the hope of healing but it tarries.

I know what it’s like to hang on every word of scripture and yet struggle in faith to believe it for you.

Sometimes, the challenges of leading are overwhelming when you’re own heart is broken and for the sake of others, you must keep walking it out.

Perhaps tonight I’m speaking to a few ministry leaders who are encouraging others while carrying your own broken heart.

Yet, I can tell you that I have seen Christ in ways I never knew about Him before. The pain matured me. Grew me. Took me to new heights with Christ and understanding His heart better.

I know some of you cry into your pillow quietly because love has left you here on this earth. I know what that’s like. But in all the losses I have found the tender hand of My Savior come low to me when I couldn’t lift my own head.

I wish for a moment tomorrow you might go into your secret place and remember me sharing how Jesus stroked my hair in a moment of pain. It was as real as me talking to you.

I pray you might know Him so intimately that His coming to you and you’re going to Him is a daily habit.

Not because you have to, but because you want to. Because He is your everything.

Would it matter to you if I told you that any love you lack here on earth, Jesus can fill fully?

Please know that I know what I’m talking about. I’m offering firsthand experience from years of mountains and valleys. Could you just trust me on this?

If not for the many shattered dreams, my life with Him might be rather shallow.

Every valley offers us a chance to come out changed.

I’m no longer the same person I once was… even from 7 years ago.

Glory to glory. Strength to strength.

If you’re clinging to the Word of God by a thread, keep clinging.

You can’t see that the thread is pulling you deeper into the heart of Jesus. But it is.

Clinging is ok. Clinging is good.

And if you get too tired to cling…I’ve found that He is a soft place to land.