We’ve all been born with a longing for God.

A God centered void reserved in our hearts when He created us.

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That secret place He kept for Himself where our aching, our hunger, our groaning, our desires for something more calls and pulls on our heartstrings, unaware in the beginning though these longings are unable to be satisfied by the things of the world, but by a relationship with Him.

He has planted eternity (a sense of divine purpose) in the human heart (a mysterious longing which nothing under the sun can satisfy, except God)…Ecclesiastes 3:11 AMP

The longings of our secret place are gently stirred with God’s hand in His pursuit of our hearts; His wooing us to Himself.

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God is an intimate Father who personally knows His sons and His daughters each by name, whose voice is no stranger to His children’s ears either.

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them and they follow me…
John 10:27 KJV

We hear Him;
We know Him;

We want to follow Him.

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But our hearts deceive us and entice us at times to crowd the secret place with those desires and lies of the world instead.

Make no mistake; God does not share Himself with anything but Himself. He is a jealous God.  He will step aside until we give our Lord complete surrender to the secret place of our heart.

You shall not bow down to them or worship them, for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God…Deuteronomy 5:9 NIV 

The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?
Jeremiah 17:9 NIV

The pleasures for a season are unable to satisfy for a lifetime.

Money and things…
The lure of our flesh…

Only God can bring us true fulfillment.

We don’t realize it but we’ve always been looking for God; just looking for God in all the wrong places when we choose the path which tempts us down the road of our destruction.

There is a path before each person that seems right,
But it ends in death.
Proverbs 14:12 NLT

We are sheep without a Shepherd when we travel the path of our choosing.

There’s a cruel world out there ready to devour us when we go it alone without God.

Sheep have no sense of direction…
Sheep are wanderers…
Sheep are followers…
Sheep are unable to defend themselves.

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There’s a tug of war with the world for our heartstrings, but God is relentless in His quest for the longings of our secret place.

He’s the author of our aching, our hunger, our groaning, our desires for something more and His undying love for us will go to extreme measures to seek us out.

Reckless Love
By Cory Asbury

There’s no shadow You won’t light up
Mountain You won’t climb up
Coming after me
There’s no wall You won’t kick down
Lie you won’t tear down
Coming after me…

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Our Shepherd will leave the ninety-nine sheep to go after the one which has strayed; not returning until His lost sheep has been found.

The journey back to the ninety-nine sheep, the Shepherd keeps that which was lost safe and close to Himself.
(Luke 15:4-7)

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God is longing for a surrendered heart to cry out for Him….



He refreshes…
He guides…
He comforts…
He protects…

Our cup overflows in Him…
(Psalms 23)

Growing up during a Sunday morning altar call in our small Southern Baptist Church with those wooden pews and stained glass windows of home and organ quietly played as the Lord wooed our hearts to Himself for the secret place…

Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling
By Will L. Thompson

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me.
See on the portals
He’s waiting and watching
Watching for you and for me.

Come home
Come home

Ye who are weary
Come home.

That Sunday while God beckoned His children to Himself through the song playing in the back ground…

Come home…
Come home…

This thirteen year old took those steps of surrender to an old fashioned altar to make a public confession how I gave my life and heart to Jesus at church camp a few days prior.

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Being a good person or growing up my whole life in church didn’t save me from an eternity without God; but confessing my sin and asking for forgiveness and thanking Jesus for taking my place on the cross to die an unspeakable death for my guilt would, allowing me to live with Him forever.

For God so loved the world
That he gave his one and only Son,
That whoever believes in him
Shall not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 NIV

You Lord, are my Shepherd!!!

I treasure you in my aching, my hunger, my groaning, and my desires for more of you in the pull of my heartstrings.

I embrace you in the longings of the secret place.

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We all have stories to tell, don’t we?

Whether you have lived a day or a hundred years, there’s a story about your life worth telling.

Your dreams…
Your successes…
Your failures…
Your heartaches…
Days you wish you could get back and do over…
Days you longed for but never happened…
School days…
College days…
Work days…

At our birth, a diary of blank pages awaits the journaling, chronicling, scrap-booking and jotting down for our remembrance those events when we rejoiced in the successes, gathered our tears in the losses, and traced God’s heart though it all while traveling the valleys up to the mountain tops of our lives; a library of hope passed on down to the next generation.

We must remember the goodness and faithfulness of God in all things; as He is a husband to the widow.  A father to the fatherless.  Our defense in the face of injustice.  He is freedom in our surrender.  He is provision in our lack.  He is an open door in a neighborhood of closed.  He is a light in the darkness.  He is the answer to our questions.  He is a stream in the dry desert.  He is our way when there seems to be no way.  GOD IS!  HE JUST IS!

Yes, document the days that had you dancing, laughing and smiling.

But difficult stories are also worth mining beneath the surface to discover the treasure buried in those hard times we’d rather forget. As those gold nuggets of God “bringing us through” what we thought would bring us death is wealth we must share among our heirs;

When we take the time to tell our story.

We must tell our stories to the world, as well as to the generations of our legacy, because all it takes is one generation to forget about God, and there goes their hope here on earth and a future with Him in eternity.

We must take time to tell our story.

Parents have been charged by God to obey His commandments; to love Him and serve Him with all their heart and soul so their days are multiplied and their land is blessed.

Parents have also been charged to teach these same truths to their children, reminding them day and night, that they might receive the same inheritance of blessing promised to their parents.

13”And if you will indeed obey my commandments
That I command you today,
To love the Lord your God,
And to serve Him
With all your heart
And with all your soul,

19You shall teach them to your children,

20You shall write them on them
On the doorposts of your house
And on your gates…

21That your days and days of your children
May be multiplied in the land
That the Lord swore to your fathers
To give them,
As long as the heavens
Are above the earth.”
Deuteronomy 11:13, 19, 20, 21 (ESV)

Such is this hidden wealth to bequeath our children and children’s children, our life lived for God through our stories.

Everything changed for my husband David and I when grandchildren began filling our laps and stealing our hearts.

Overcome by their sweet faces and our love that overflowed an ocean for all ten of these gifts, we grandparents longed to give them each the moon, but knew giving them God meant riches beyond counting.

Hearing the amplified voice of God speak in a grandparent’s ear to leave an inheritance we listened, we followed.

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children…
Proverbs 13:22 (ESV)

Though still living these truths before our grandchildren, we began telling about the goodness and faithfulness of God through our stories, transferring the baton of our legacy and inheritance into the grips of the next generation, that they might run their race loving and serving God with all their heart, soul and mind.

Going through the journals of our own lives as young and adult children, we recall and remember the Godly inheritance passed down to us from the generation previous through their stories, albeit just as imperfect as ours, yet the rich legacy we received in their saying “yes” to Jesus.

God’s “more than enough” provision through our hard working fathers.

God’s unrelenting hope through our mother’s who never gave up on us when “giving up” seemed to be our only option.

God’s amazing love through grandparents to our children and their great grandchildren, an example we watched and learned from along the sidelines, whose footsteps we’d follow when becoming grandparents ourselves.

I lament the questions I never asked the generation previous.

I wished I would have sat at the feet of our legacy more often and allowed them to impart the wisdom they gleaned from the fields they sown and reaped from; possibly avoiding a few of their mistakes instead of repeating them.

In the busyness of my younger self,
I didn’t take the time to hear their stories
While they were still with us to hear.

One by one we buried stories when we buried them, journals never to be opened or read again; for that, I am deeply saddened.

But yet, we are still a rich family for the Godly inheritance and legacy they left in our hands and the hands of their “children’s children.”

Reminding us of God’s charge to tell the next generation of His goodness and faithfulness through our lives and through our stories;

In keeping His commandments; to love Him with all our heart, soul and mind.