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While I was flying home on Monday I was thinking about how every chance I had to be alone, tears would fall. I would cry in the shower, in the car, walking down hallways and in elevators.
I was journaling and thanking God for the journey and He gave me the following word:
Yes, I am doing something with your heart, little one, and it is bursting, outgrowing its shell and so you need to weep. Weep and wail. Weep and moan. Weep and laugh. For I am filling you with more than you can hold. The tears leak out to release the pressure. I know what I am doing, little one, trust that even when you can trust nothing else. There will yet be greater joy.