If you could just take a moment with me.

I have a heart for Middle School girls. I remember that awkward stage I stumbled through. Kids can be cruel. Young girls especially. Such a fragile time just trying to fit in and figure out who you are. Wanting to be accepted for who you are and when you're not, you become someone else....You become one of them....Or you will be left behind and alone. At least that's how I remember my Middle school years.

So now I hug on those girls, tell them their worth. Teach them about a Savior who thinks they are to die for! Show them what it means to be confident. I'm also raising confident girls of my own. Because I refuse to have them feel worthless. I refuse for them to be insecure like I was. I refuse to let them stumble through those years not knowing their worth as a daughter of a KING!

If you could just take a moment with me. Just stop and breathe. Sit in the silence and ask Him to reveal to you the broken hearted. Ask Him to show you just a glimpse of what He sees. And then ask Him to hold your heart as it hurts with every beat when you are shown a soul who hurts deep with in....Somewhere in time she was hurt by some one....Some where along the way in her very short years here on this earth, some one let her down, gave up on her, told her she wasn't worth their time.

When you ask God to put you in the places where others have orchestrated hurt and brokenness, you better ask for wisdom.....

I sat in silence for a couple of days. I was praying and wondering which road I should take. Waiting for Him.

You see it's not all just cut and dry. Hug it away and then move on. When wounds run deep. When abandonment is loud and piercing right through every thought. When she feels no one is listening and she's screaming out, not in words but, in action....You can't hug that away....You can't wipe away years of neglect.....distrust.....disappointment. But I know the One who can hold your heart. The One who can put it back together. I know the One who can make you feel worthy and whole again.

When the Father calls His children, He calls them in a way that only they can hear. For each of His children it's different. But they will know with out a doubt, you will know with out a doubt when your Father is calling you.

So I sit and pray, I wait for Him to call...Wait for His answer. It's His wisdom I seek. But most of all I pray for your fragile heart. I pray for peace in knowing that you have a Heavenly Father who thinks you are to die for! Hang on to that sweet darlin', Help is on it's way!