Jennifer Kostick– Jennifer has been married for twenty-three years to her high school sweetheart, Paul. She is the mother of three children, Paul IV (22), Samuel (6), and Grace (6). She also has six babies residing in heaven. It is those six tiny souls who have propelled her into women’s ministry. She is a conference speaker and author of the book Nothing to Hold but Hope (one woman's journey through miscarriage, stillbirth, and infertility). Jennifer blogs at www.Jenniferkostick.com and is passionate about encouraging women through a godly message of mercy and hope.
Over the last few days I’ve been wondering what it might be like to completely spill my heart to someone. I’m talking about unleashing the dam and letting it all go. There are many reasons I don’t make a habit of doing that. First of all, I don’t want to burden anyone. And, second of all, I have a hard time openly conveying the tender places of my heart.
Consequently, I spend a lot of time spilling my heart out to God. Yesterday I wondered what the spill might sound like to Him. Does it sound like much needed rain after a drought, or a damaging hurricane?
For years, when I asked, begged, and pleaded for another child, I often felt like God was sick of my cries. I wondered if my heart sounded like the droning of a desperate woman. To anyone human I’m sure it did. However, I’ve learned that it’s often the frantic cries from broken places that pulls us closer to Him. He desires us to share everything.
We serve a God who longs to hear the sound of our hearts. (See Romans 12:12)
A quiet and listening spirit is one thing, but a quiet heart has the potential to become hard, and it’s imperative to know and understand the difference between the two.
To pray without ceasing is a high calling, and yet it’s required of every one of us. (See 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18) To do that means spilling the heart loudly and earnestly – never giving up. We must intercede for others, for ourselves, for the falling world around us. Small things, big things, and the crazy things that swirl in the heart and soul must be given to Jesus. It’s an offering.
Even angry words and questions why have their place from time-to-time. It’s a fine line, but it’s one we must walk every now and then. As long as we are careful not to become stuck there, it’s okay.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son. (See John 3:16)
Besides the obvious, what does that mean for you? I’m talking about in addition to salvation and the hope of eternity. Specifically, what does it mean for you? Have you ever thought about that?
Jesus is the mediator between God and man. We learn that from 1 Timothy 2:5. So, today, I’m reminded that the Love of God and the cross He willing put His son on facilitates the spill of my heart . Our mediator makes the Father accessible that we may pour out the contents of the heart. And because of the cross, grace covers every word and the Father receives it.
And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him.
-1 John 5:14-15
For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are open to their prayer. But the face of the Lord is against those who do evil.
-1 Peter 3:12
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
-1 John 1:9
If we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself.
-2 Timothy 2:13
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.
I could go on and on about this, but I want to encourage you to allow your heart to spill out to God. He will receive every word and give you comfort, supply hope, and provide wisdom.
Friend, don’t ever think God is tired of hearing your pleas. Don’t believe feelings that are based on pure emotion rather than truth. Too often we allow the enemy to remind us of our faults when all Jesus wants to do is remind us that He died for every one of them.
You are free and covered in grace. (See Ephesians 2:8 and John 8:36)
When I was a little girl my grandfather died. I remember running into the kitchen where my aunt was standing, she held out her arms and I buried myself in her chest while crying. She said, “It’s okay, let it all out.” I often think of God doing that as I lament to Him.
So, friend, it’s okay, let it all out to Him.
Spill every drop and He will meet you there.