Day 20: Walls

Placed in the desert,

dignity misplaced,

I begin to construct

a wall with spiteful haste.

Many approach,

try to break my shield;

none can break through

what within is sealed.

Plea, even guilt,

begs for their entry.

NO, the sinful welcome,

they receive in plenty.

One day a Man

leans a cross

on that wall,

and with no hesitation

over my barrier,

He crawls.

He stands before me,

battered and bruised;

for one moment surrounds

appear to be excused.

“What happened to You,”

I quietly inquire.

“Why, I came to find you.”

He tirelessly fired.

“Go away!” I spat.

“I’m a hateful child.”

“Well, if you don’t mind,

may I rest awhile?”

So, years He did sit,

gently speaking to me,

and before I realized

bricks tumbled to debris.

He picked up one brick,

“Do you need help to rebuild?”

To my surprise, we now stood

surrounded by lush fields.

Spinning back around,

I found myself alone,

but at my two feet

a yellow daisy wassown.

The desert I’d long ago

so willingly entered

had flourished in abundance

from what I remembered.

Then, His vision

to my eyes did return;

His bruises now healed,

He held a small thorn.

Placed in my hand

with a delicate touch,

“If ever you need Me,

to this you should clutch.”

“For I know in your pain,

you think you’re alone,

but even within this desert,

this daisy has grown.

“Don't leave," I plead.

"What will I do with this flower of mine?”

“Go… nourish others…

in the midst of their rubble

it is Me you will find.”

“In every barren desert,

I’ll be waiting for you

and the spring I now feed –

you - a blooming gift renewed.”

Before you begin your day:

Have you ever shut God out of your life for a time? Perhaps it was prompted by anger? Embarrassment? Sorrow? Abandonment? Grief? Did you ever feel He shut you out of His? These walls we've built, do fragments remain even after we've attempted to tear them from our body? Have you ever spoken with the Lord about the construction or the demolition of these walls?

Through whatever media you are reading this - go back to the picture. Approach it from the bottom. Let your eyes laboriously climb to the top, as if they were laying brick by brick. Notice the ivy - life - beginning its climb. We will spend the next few minutes here with our Blessed Lord.

We are at the bottom: Do you have walls that need to be broken down? What are they? Dig deep. They might be old, only a few bricks outlining what once was a mighty fortress. Can you see the life beginning its climb up the wall?

We are in the middle: How long have you been constructing this wall? What helped lay the heavy foundation? Anger? Embarrassment? Sorrow? Abandonment? Grief? Have you noticed life continuing its assent? Or do you feel its absence?

We are at the top: Where do you stand? Are you looking over the edge? Or do you stand at a distance? Are you high above the ground? Or do only a few bricks surround you?

Now imagine:

Today, Jesus

will lean a cross

on your wall,

and with no hesitation

over that barrier,

He will crawl.

He will stand before you,

battered and bruised;

and in a moment -

that which surrounds

will be excused.

During your day:

For, although we are in the flesh,

we do not battle according to the flesh,

for the weapons of our battle are not of flesh

but are enormously powerful,

capable of destroying fortresses.

(2 Corinthians 10: 3-4)

Ezekiel 8: 7-8; Ephesians 2: 14; Hebrews 11: 30; Isaiah 59: 1

Throughout your day:

INHALE: I am the spring You feed.

EXHALE: A blooming gift renewed.

(repeat as many times as needed)

Before you end your day:

Lord, help me to nourish others. Remind me it is in the midst of rubble, that I will find You. When I feel I'm in barren desert, remind me You'll be waiting for me. Help me to be the spring you now feed. Wherever I'm placed, may I be for all a blooming gift renewed. Amen.

Goodnight; sleep well; know you are blessed.


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