Typical wall of a neighborhood |
Sometimes they are fancy with patterns... |
Or crafted with native stone. |
Sometimes they are white and striking... |
sometimes dull and boring. |
Some houses have a "wall" distinguishing it from the street. Desert style.
Even churches have walls around them.
Standard adobe wall..... |
Step back and see the church behind. |
But Lent can be a season of hiding behind another kind of wall- the wall of "I gave up chocolate, tv, coffee... for Lent and that's my bit." Or the evangelical wall - "Our church doesn't do Lent, isn't that Catholic?"
But Lent is the season for all of God's people as a body to reflect on the coming death and resurrection of Christ. It is also a wonderful time to examine our hearts and see how we have let the cares of the world, the distractions, the busyness of modern life to dull us to His sacrifice, His love, His heart.
For we also have created walls in our faith life.
Walls of.....
Busy
Wounded
Distracted
Betrayed
Complacent
Hurt
Tired
This Lent season, as I explore a new geography here in the Southwest, I'm reflecting on the walls I have allowed in my life. I am trying to be mindful of the ways I distance myself from God. I am picking at some walls that have put a barrier between me and the fullness of God in my life. I started to say tear down but most of the life of faith isn't that big and dramatic, it is just be aware and faithfully removing yet another stone.
Sometimes we are concerned that the stones of our inner walls are too firmly set or too big or it is too much work to tackle what's behind the wall.
Some of my walls are fancy- travel sometimes distracts me. Some of my walls are dull and boring- just being lazy in my time reading His book.
If I had to name the wall that most separates me from Jesus, it would be FEAR.
While I'm brave behind the wheel on a cross country trek; I struggle with fear of what I cannot control. You would think that since the death of my husband- a fear I carried for most of my military marriage, I'd have tackled that wall. The worst happened and God sustained me. Life continued and it is good.
But now I fear for my children and their children. I wake at night in irrational panic and wonder what will happen next, when the next shoe will drop. I fear and I know it is the wall that separates me from the joy, the peace, the love that He desires for me. For all His people.
Even the cactus says "Could be danger here!" |
But this is a park. A refuge |
A place of beauty and lovely words. |
A place in the urban desert with running water and burbling fountains. A refuge |
http://www.tohonochulpark.org/wordpress/gardens/visit-gardens/ |
My word for this year is "Relax- God is big"
So God, I'm trying. I'm letting go pebble by pebble, I'm reminding myself of your love. I'm digging out another stone when they worry their way to the surface of my soul. I am seeking refuge in Your word and with Your people. Within that safe place, within the walls of Your protective love and care, I'm releasing myself to write and examine my fear. I am nourishing myself with the beauty of Your creation- knowing that You also sustain it and sustain me. You have only goodness toward me.
Phillipians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9 Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
Oh, for my walls to be winsome, an invitation to come into a safe refuge and play! |
I love your WORD! I love winsome as well. If people ask me my #1 quality for a home, I say Whimsy. As in the home, as in our spirit.
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