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Walls

“The troubles of my heart are enlarged.”  Do you feel like that today?  Apparently many people do if the things that I have heard recently are any indication.

Today when I talked with a dear friend of mine we got on the subject of walls that people build or allow to be built, for whatever reason, and there are many…both reasons and walls.

Somehow when we are going through hard times we seem to feel that no one has ever experienced what we are experiencing, no one has ever gone through what we are going through.  There is no light at the end of the tunnel, in fact, the tunnel seems to be collapsing on us.  No one understands, or cares, I am all alone!

Depending on our temperament we may put on a happy face, pretending that all is well when we are dying inside, or we may become angry at the world and everyone in it, or we may cry and wail and moan about the awful place we find ourselves in, or we may blame someone, or everyone, for this awful situation we are in.  We may do everything but the one thing that we need to do.  “Submit yourself to God, Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”

Stop!  Stop whatever you are doing.  Stop praying worry prayers.  Stop praying self-pity prayers.  Look to God and Listen for His voice.

If you can’t hear because of all of the static going on around you, ask someone for help.  We all know someone with a listening ear.  All of this precludes that you really want to get out of the pit you are in, of course.  Pride, self-centeredness and walls you built will keep you from seeking help.

So, let’s say that you have decided that you can’t do this on your own and you are willing to get some help.  God knows you.  It is written that He knows our thoughts before we think them.  The thing is, it takes very little seeking or openness to trigger His compassion.  He loves you and wants you to walk free of all bondage.  The next step is to actively seek counsel.

It is written that Jesus is our “Wonderful Counselor”, and He is, but I see Him more like a lawyer who represents us before God the righteous judge, pleading the case for us and presenting His blood as evidence that the price has been paid for our liberty from the accuser.

The Blessed Holy Spirit is within each believer and He truly is the one who can give us counsel.  Being the gentleman that He is, He will not force anything on us, we must seek His help, want it with all of our heart and want God’s will more than we want to breathe.  Then we will hear Him and He will lead us in the way we should go.

Jesus will come into every situation; He is our healer, He is our deliverer, the one who paid the price we deserved so that we can be set free to follow on to know the Lord.  His coming is like the dawn, He is the Daystar from on high.  He is the light of the world that shines in the darkness and light always overcomes darkness, always.

When you are walking in darkness, and you are tired of crying, tired of trying, and you have or are ready to give up, what then?  Maybe now you are finally ready to let go and let God.  Or, maybe not, which brings me to walls.

There have been times in my life when I have come nose to the wall and saw no way around it, over it, under it or through it.  It was God’s wall to make me stop, look and listen to Him.  I had to learn to submit, surrender, yield to Him.  When I did, He always took me where He wanted me to be.

Why would we build a wall?  To keep something or someone in or keep them out.  There are good walls.  A city of yesteryear would build a wall around it to keep the enemy out.  Watchman would be assigned to spots on the wall to be able to alert the inhabitants if an enemy was approaching.  It was a very serious assignment, punishable by death if they were found sleeping.

There are walls of restraint that we build to protect ourselves from users, abusers and attackers.  These walls are wisely built.

There are walls of restraint when we see things and our flesh would rise up to criticize or condemn and we must be reminded that our God is not the accuser;  He is full of compassion and love for those who are hurt or wounded.

Wounded people build walls. Many times in my past I built walls to protect myself from being hurt…again.  I made inner vows that I would never allow that to happen, that no one would ever be allowed to come so close to me that they could hurt me.

Sometimes celebrities build houses surrounded with a high fence and a gate to keep the public out.  There is something about celebrity that makes the person on the street curious to know about them, to know how they live, what they do when they are not on the big screen or on TV etc.  Many celebrities are very private people and they don’t want their lives spread all over the media, and they certainly don’t want the public to come onto their property.

Definitely more dangerous are the walls we build in our soul, walls that keep people out also can keep God out.  We may say we want to be free, and we may even have a soulish desire to be free, but our situation is so familiar that when the time comes to be set free, the wall we built will keep Him out and we will continue on in bondage.

Another example of a bad wall is that of a person who enjoys the attention that a soulish outburst brings.  It feels good to have people caring for us, hugging us and telling us how they understand what we are going through, how they love us and will pray for us.  It brings a momentary fix. However, it isn’t long before the reality of life sets in and we are back where we started.  Some people go from one fix to another, one counselor to another, one group to another, one church to another, always looking and never able to find deliverance or peace.

Do you have walls?

There is an organization calling itself “Wallbuilders”.  I am not sure what they do, but I think it is probably a good thing.  As I said there are some walls that are good.  When ancient Israel was brought back from captivity, the first thing they did was to rebuild the wall around Jerusalem.

Have you noticed how many words begin with re?  God rebuilds, God restores, God asks us to remember certain things.  I think the prefix re means to do again what you did before.

Something that has fallen must be rebuilt.  So let us tear down walls of offense, walls that we put up to protect our wounded souls, walls that we built out of fear and worry, and let us open up our hearts to the Lord and allow His Spirit to come in and bring deliverance and healing; and let us build again the walls that have fallen, those fallen walls that allowed the enemy of our soul to come in and steal, kill and destroy.

God wants a people who are whole.  A people who have taken down walls that keep Him out and a rebuilding of the walls of truth and righteousness that have fallen in the street.  It must begin with the household of God.  It is your choice whether you want to be a part of this process.

I am praying that whoever considers what I have written will allow Holy Spirit access to his or her heart and soul.  Believer, believe what you believe.  Unbeliever, consider truth and turn from lies, do not be deceived, what you sow you will reap.

The wages that sin pays is death.  There is pleasure in sin for a season, but payday always comes, either here or hereafter.  Heaven or Hell, it is your decision which it will be, but it will be one or the other.

Much is happening in our world; it has gone on as it always has, but soon it will come to a screeching halt…there will be no more “same old, same old” thing happening.  The New World Order is coming on stage and its protege’s are in a hurry to get on.  One last time God will reach out to mankind drawing them into His Kingdom…and then the scene will change.  You don’t want to be here for the final act.

God is God and there is no other!  Choose this day whom you will serve, if the Lord He is God then serve Him; as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. 

A watchman on the wall:  Joy

 

 

 

 

 

Mandy’s Song

She looked as fragile as a butterfly, but she was tough, hardened by years of abuse from people in her world, people that she should have been able to trust.

Dripping wet she only weighed 100 pounds, she had hair as brown as corn silk and her eyes were as blue as the sky.  She always had a smile for everyone, it lit up the world around her.

You would not think of her as beautiful, perhaps not even pretty, but there was something about her, everyone said it, though no one could put their finger on just what it was.

Her name was Mandy.  She came from a long line of drug addicts, not the illegal kind, but the kind that the doctor prescribed.  Once every year she got so sick she had to be hospitalized because she just couldn’t handle life anymore.  In a way, it was a ploy to get the attention that she craved.

Mandy was no different from her mother before her, or her grand-mother, they were all addicted.  Oh, it wasn’t the kind that made you a walking zombie, it was just enough for you to be to be stable and able to sleep at night.  Legal, accepted by the world.  Naturally, she did not think of herself as an addict and, of course, no one but those closest to Mandy even knew that she was taking drugs every day.  But, she knew she needed the drugs to survive.

But there was more to Mandy than the abuse she suffered in her young life or the drugs she needed to live each day, Mandy had a different spirit in her.  She knew she was unusual, even children and animals were drawn to her like a magnet.  She would only look at them and they would run to her.  God had prepared her, He had set her up to become His child.

I met Mandy a few years ago and in a very short time she became like a daughter to me.  On a lovely spring day, a year after we met, I introduced her to the only one who could heal a sin sick soul, she met Him and His peace flooded her life.

I wished that I could have had a daughter, but I had been blessed with four boys.  Somehow, with Mandy in my life, that void was filled.  We were dear, dear friends.

Our relationship was so close that when the incident happened, I was shocked to my core.  I had never had to deal with the loss of one so dear, especially one in the prime of their life.  The day it happened, morning came like every other day.  That afternoon, I felt like, “How could this be?  How could life just go on as if nothing happened?”

By the way, I believe in God,  I believe that He is “our Father in Heaven”,  I believe that He is the ultimate good and that He has a Son and His human name was Yeshua, we call Him Jesus.  I also believe that Jesus is the only way to God and that He made the way through His death and resurrection.  I not only believe this mentally, but I believe it experiencially.  I have had the privilege of seeing Jesus twice.  As a result, the peace and love that I live in is tangible to me and to others.

Having said that, I want you to know, dear reader, that the shock of losing Mandy sent waves of hurt crashing against my soul that nearly took me under.

I was sitting in the sun porch of my home, the sunlight was streaming in from the west, I had my sweet cat, Katie, on my lap, a glass of sweet tea and the book, “Make Fear Bow”, by Gary Whetstone in my hand…life was good.

The phone rang.  When I picked it up I heard words I never thought I would hear.  “This is the sheriff’s department, Mandy Larson has just had an accident and your name was on a slip in her purse, are you a relative?”  I was taken aback, but quickly answered that I was not.  “What happened?”,  I asked.

“Miss Larson was crossing the bridge on Interstate 85 when the bridge collapsed.  Her car was among those in the center and it fell along with a piece of the bridge into the water.  Divers were deployed as soon as we could get there.  Miss Larson’s body was found in her car.  I am sorry ma’am.”

I hung up the phone, I was in free fall.  I felt numb.  What should I do?  I turned to my “Abba”, my Daddy, He  has always been there for me.  “My God, why?  How could this be, Lord help me.  This is just not possible.  Mandy, was so young, surely You were not finished with her yet? ”   I sobbed, my heart breaking for my loss.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually about 15 minutes, I began to feel God’s peace envelop me.  Presence of mind returned and I began to wonder what would happen next.

As you can imagine, the collapse of the I85 bridge over the Missehaga river made headline news all over the nation.  Many people lost their lives that day, many families lives were changed never to be normal again.  Husbands lost their wives, wives their husbands and children their parents, it was devastating!

The shock waves continued for days, and those who knew Mandy were stunned to think of the horror she must have experienced when this happened.  Imagination runs wild in tragedy.

I asked the Lord if He would let me know how Mandy felt and how she was now.  In His kindness and love for me and my loss He gave me a dream that I want to relay to you.

I found myself in a garden, the most beautiful garden I had ever seen.  Some of the colors were like we have on earth, but more brilliant, deep and rich than any I had seen, there were other colors that I had never seen on earth.  The smell was “Heavenly”  (smile) and there was the most beautiful music coming from everything.  It seemed like a park, in a way, and yet was a garden, it is hard to explain.

Anyway,  I was taking in the wonder of it all when I saw someone come walking toward me and I recognized that it was Mandy.  I ran to her and embraced her.  She looked beautiful, radiant.  We sat down on a lovely garden bench and began to talk.

Mandy told me that when she felt the car shake and began to fall, she was terrified and fear began to engulf her.  The car hit the water hard and the next thing she knew she was in Heaven.  Jesus told her that her neck broke at that point and he had angels right there to take her to Heaven, so she never experienced the horror of drowning.  Thank you Lord!

She encouraged me that she was wonderfully happy and free at last from the heaviness of things of earth and that I would be with her soon.  I woke up from this dream with God’s peace and the assurance that Mandy was fine.

God is so good!  I hope to spend the rest of my time on this planet thanking Him and telling of His love for people.

I hope you know Him, whom my soul loves.  He is a friend that is closer than a brother, as the scripture says.  He will be with you in all of the trials, tests, troubles and temptations of life, if you will ask Him to come in.

This story is a composite of many people and many experiences.  I hope you enjoyed it!

Lovingly,

Joy