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Al revelar los tres deseos principales que cada mujer lleva consigo: Un romance que compartir, una vida por la cual ser responsable y una belleza por resurgir-John y Stasi Eldredge invitan a las mujeres a recobrar esos corazones femeninos, creados a la imagen de un Dios apasionado. Enter your mobile number or email address below and we’ll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. Then you can start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, or computer – no Kindle device required.

To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. John Eldredge es autor, consejero y maestro. Reside cerca de Colorado Springs, Colorado. Writing a book for men Wild at Heart was a fairly straightforward proposition. Not that men cautivaante simpletons. But they are the less complicated of the two genders trying to navigate love and life together. Both men and women know this to cauutivante true. The mystery of the feminine heart was meant to be a good thing, by the way.

A source of joy. Yet it has become a source of shame–women almost universally feel that they are “too much” and “not what they should be. And so we have missed the treasure that is the heart of a woman, missed the richness femininity was meant to bring to our lives, missed the way it speaks to us of the heart of God.

Rest assured–this is not a book about all the things you are failing to do as a woman. We’re tired of those books. As a new Christian, the first book I Stasi picked up to read on godly femininity I threw across the room. I never picked it up again. In the twenty-five years since, I have only read a few I could wholeheartedly recommend. The rest drive me crazy. Their messages to women make me feel as though, “You are not the woman you ought to be–but if you do the following ten things, you can make the grade.

But femininity cannot be prescribed in a formula. We have women friends who love tea parties and china, and friends who break out in hives at the thought of them. We have women friends who love to hunt, bow hunt even.

Women who love to entertain and women who don’t. Women who are professors, moms, doctors, nurses, missionaries, dentists, homemakers, therapists, chefs, artists, poets, rock climbers, triathletes, secretaries, salespeople, and social workers. So–is a true woman Cinderella or Joan of Arc? Mary Magdalene or Oprah? How do we recover essential femininity without falling into stereotypes, or worse, ushering in more pressure and shame upon our readers? That is the last thing a woman needs.

And yet, there is an essence that God has given to every woman. We share something deep and true, down in our hearts. So we venture into this exploration of femininity by way of the heart. What is at the core of a woman’s heart? What are her desires? What did we long for as little girls?


What do we still long for as women? And, how does libdo woman begin to be healed from the wounds and tragedies of her life? Sometime between the dreams of your youth and yesterday, something precious has been lost. And that treasure is your heart, your priceless feminine heart. God has set within you a femininity that is powerful and tender, fierce and alluring. No doubt it has been misunderstood.

Surely it has been assaulted. But it is there, cautiante true heart, and it is worth recovering. So we invite you to take a journey with us, a journey of discovery and healing. For your heart is the prize of God’s Kingdom, and Jesus has come to libr you back for himself–all of you. We pray that Cautivajte will use this book in your life, in your heart, to bring healing, restoration, joy, and life!

And if God does that, it will be cause for a wonderful celebration. With teacups and china. One day, we will all celebrate together. In anticipation and hope, may this little book draw you closer to God’s heart–and your own. He saw that Cristizno eyes were filled with tears. You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free. The air was cool, fragrant with pine and sage, and the swiftly moving river beckoned.

We were camping in the Tetons, and it so happened that our canoe was on top of the car. In less than twenty minutes night would be upon us and the river and the woods. All would be pitch black.

We’d be on the river, alone, with only a general idea of which way to go downwhere to take out head cristiqno the roadand a long walk back to the car. Who knew what dangers lay out there?

He looked again at me, looked at our young sons, and then said, “Okay! The evening was stunning. The river’s graceful movements caused the water’s colors to shift from cobalt to silver to black.

No other person was in sight. We had Oxbow Bend to ourselves. In record time we had the canoe in the river, life vests securely fastened, paddles at the ready, boys installed, and off we went, a race to drink as deeply of as much beauty as possible, together.

An old wooden bridge hung low across the river, its broken remains looked as though they would collapse at the next strong breeze. We had to duck to pass underneath. Carefully, we navigated the winding channels of the Snake-John in back, me in front, cristiabo three boys in between full of wonder and delight.

As the stars began to come out, we were like the children present at the creation of Narnia–the sky so clear, the stars so close. We held our breath as one fell slowly, slowly across the sky and disappeared. A beaver slapped the river, the sound like a rifle shot, frightening two ducks into flight, but all we could see between the darkened water and sky were the white ripples of their wake, like synchronized water-skiers.


Owls began their nightly calls in the woods above, joined by sandhill cranes along the shore.

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The sounds were familiar, yet otherworldly. We whispered to one another about each new wonder, as the paddles dipped almost but not quite silently in and out of the water. Time to take out. We planned to go ashore along a cove closest cautivahte the road, so we wouldn’t have to walk too far to find our car. We didn’t dare try to take out where we had put in. As we drifted towards the bank a bull moose rose from the tall grasses, exactly where we had planned to come ashore.

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He was as dark as the night; we could see him only because he was silhouetted against the sky, jagged mountains behind. He was in the way. Blocking the only exit we had. More people are killed in national parks by moose than by any other animal.

Remarkable speed, 1, pounds of muscle and antlers, and total unpredictability make them dangerous indeed. Cristiqno would take about two seconds for him to hit the water running and capsize our canoe. We could not pass.

John and I cirstiano worried now. There was only one alternative to this way out, now closed to us, and that was paddling back up river in what had become total darkness. Silently, soberly, we turned the canoe and headed up, searching for the right channel that would keep us out of the main current.

We hadn’t planned on the adventure taking that turn but suddenly, everything was required. John must steer with skill; I must paddle with strength. One mistake on our part and the strong current would force the canoe broadside, fill it, and sweep our boys off downriver into the night. We rose to the challenge working together, and the fact that it required all of me, that I was in it with my family and for my family, that I was surrounded by wild, shimmering beauty and it was, well, kind of dangerous made the time.

I was no longer Stasi. I was Sacagawea, Indian Princess of the West, a valiant and strong woman. Then the time came crisfiano the risk it took To remain tight in a bud was more painful Than the risk it took to blossom. I’m trying to remember when I first knew in my heart that I was no longer a girl, but had become a woman. Was it when I graduated from high school, or college? Did I know it when I married?

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