"A woman is either a door or a wall, beloved."
She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. "Then I guess I'm a door a thousand men have walked through."
"No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high. I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying." He kissed her. "I need help, Tirzah." Her lips softened, and she touched his hair. Aroused, he drew back. He knew how exhausted she was.
"Roll over," he said softly, and she did. He tucked her body into his own and put his arm around her. He brushed his lips against her hair. "Go to sleep." She sighed in relief. It only took a few moments for the weariness to catch up with her.
She lay in the safety of Michael's arms and dreamed of a high, thick wall. He was there below her, planted vines. As soon as they touched the soil, they grew, spreading the green life up the sides and working their strong tendrils between the stones. The mortar was crumbling.Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers
There was a high, thick wall and I was standing on top of it. I was pacing back and forth looking and waiting for someone to come help break it down. What I didn't realize were the vines growing up around the four walls. The vines were growing in such a way that they eventually broke down the walls. Once the walls were torn down, Jesus was standing there waiting for me!
One thing that plagued me during training camp were these walls. Just today, I felt like God was telling me that he has already torn down the walls, I simply have to step over the rubble. He's already done the hard work; now I only have to choose where to go from here. I can either hide behind the debris or I can take his hand, step over the remains and follow him.
The LORD says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you."
Psalm 32:8
I choose to step over the rubble and follow him! I will take his hand and follow him along the best pathway for my life!
