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With Every Beat Of The Heart

The human heart is quite a beautiful machine really.  All these years, all these days, all these minutes, seconds, it has pumped and pumped...supplying blood to all parts of my body.  I once read that while I was still there inside my mother, a tiny group of cells started to beat bring me to life.  One of God's beautiful miracles.

The human heart is wonderfully made.  I am so thankful for the life it allows me to enjoy every day.  But I have been thinking about the "heart" that is the very center of my soul and emotions.  The heart that causes me to love, to hate, to cry, to laugh, to care, to hurt.

Have you ever looked into your brand new babies little face and completely fell in love?  Has your little grandchild looked up into you face and reached for your hand...and your heart stood still?  Have you ever heard your own named mentioned behind closed doors, and knew someone loved you enough to pray?  Has you husband reached for you hand, as he stood before his mothers open grave?

Have you ever stood beside your chair and heard the first cords of "Pomp and Circumstance" start to play...you look up and in files those young men and women you are so proud of?  Have you set there, in your front row seat, the cords of "Here Comes The Bride" fill the air.  You look up at the groom, standing there, his eyes glued to the back of the room, looking for his beautiful bride walking toward him, arm in arm with your handsome husband?   Emotions...beautiful emotions all from a heart of love.

Have you ever stood waiting to board a plane, and you look over your shoulder...and there you see them.  A young father in uniform, his arms around a woman with a baby in her arms, his head bowed down to hers, just standing there, holding each other as long as they are allowed?  Have you watched as he walks bravely away, leaving her there alone, her baby held close to her heart?  Have you ever wondered how she must feel...watching him walk away?

Has your cell phone put out that beep,  you run to it, and sure enough, there on the screen appears the message. "He is coming home.  Here is the link"  You tap on it and there in front of you is a small dot slowly moving over the screen...moving over ocean and land, bring your son home to his family.  Your heart just fills completely up with...what?  Pride or is it love?  That young man who once sat on your lap.

Have you looked up into the face of a young gentleman who now wears a black top hat, and when he says "Hi Grandma" his voice is deep.  He has grown up.  Have you ever felt the tug on your heart when you spend the afternoon with your grandchild because his leg is in a cast.  When he leaves for home he turns and says to you "Thanks for hanging out with me Grandma"  You want to take all his hurt away.

Have you received an envelope in the mailbox...the address is to Grandpa and Grandma ??  You open it, and there inside is a piece of typing paper, all folded up this way and that.  They have wrote you a "love letter" or colored you a pretty picture, or drew you some valentines, or just wrote the words "I love you"

Have you ever sat there at night, reading a book, and feel the tears roll softly down you cheek...because just for a little while your there...your heart is breaking also.  You can feel their hurt.

Have you ever stood there in the "back 40".  All is quiet around you.  Every little bird has gone to sleep.  The sun sets in the western sky, tinting the little clouds.  The old frog crocks down at the pond.  Darkness falls and you stand there alone.  The heavens fill with stars.  You just stand there and you thing...what a wonder....what a God...to make all of this just for me, and your heart fills with love...with joy

Have you ever drove to the top of a mountain, you set there as a thunderstorm passes over you...thunder crashes and echo's off those huge mountain tops.  Have you stuck your toes into a cool mountain stream, or watched golden wheat field blow in the gentle breeze? Have you watched snow flakes fall softly to the ground or watched a new born calf take its first wobbly steps ? Have you seen the sun peek out from under the storm cloud and paint the tree tips a yellow and gold? Have you seen the rainbow and felt that promise God made so many years ago?

Yes, they say our heart is the very center of our soul and emotions. For me one of the greatest gifts God gave to me was my ability to feel with true, deep emotion, every time I look up into that wide open blue sky and see the eagle gliding so free. My feeling when I hear the call  of a dove. or the bobwhite. The freedom I feel when the wind blows into my face as I walk the "back roads." I love the feeling of a mind and heart free to love, to laugh, to be at peace with myself.



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