The things you go through will either built roots… or walls. Both seem unshakeable until you realize, one you have to guard at all times… while the other grows.
One is fruitful and accessible, accountable, vulnerable. The other blocks both friends and enemies, trusts no one, keeps you prisoner.
The Old Testament built high walls and structures. Jesus knocked them down and built His temple within you.
He had no place to lay His head, made Himself of no reputation. They thought He was coming to build an impenetrable kingdom to keep them safe.
He bid them COME, follow me… and die.
How do we walk freely like Jesus even when we’ve been through so much that a wall seems safest?
We refuse fear, lies, offense and our own brand of justice.
He forgave me of so much! How can I hold anything against another? How can I insist on my rights when my own righteousness was like period rags?
I deserved hell.
If offense and slander builds a wall but sends me to hell, I’ll stay exposed. Under the stars, sleeping peacefully.
But I’ll say this cleanly… I can’t even do that without His help.
Protect the roots, not the wall.
He is my fortress and high tower. When the righteous run into it, they will be saved.