One evening, while going through a very difficult time in my life, I called out to God for relief. In my despair I broke, unable to carry the weight of my suffering anymore, and I reached out to Him to take it away. In the most sincerest of cries, I stated, “My heart is ready to come home”, a recognition of and surrender to my resistance to His participation in my life. This was not a cry for death or some suicidal impulse; it was a cry for life and a longing to truly live

One evening, while going through a very difficult time in my life, I called out to God for relief. In my despair I broke, unable to carry the weight of my suffering anymore, and I reached out to Him to take it away. In the most sincerest of cries, I stated, “My heart is ready to come home”, a recognition of and surrender to my resistance to His participation in my life. This was not a cry for death or some suicidal impulse; it was a cry for life and a longing to truly live