Oh, the extremes we go to block access to our hearts from Jesus, the Caretaker of our souls! Sometimes we offer our treasures and valuables, but those tragic traumas… No way! We take those and sink to the bottom of our hearts, where it’s the deepest and darkest, and then start a building project.
Yes. A building project. We build walls and surround those with an electric fence with barb-wire. You know, like a high-security prison. All the while, the One who loves us most watches it all. He watches us work feverishly to lock Him out of the dirty dungeon He already sees. How much pain could we save ourselves from if we grant Him access to our holding cell of solitary confinement? He’s not going to wrestle us down and take the key, though. Nope. He will pray for us and keep knocking and calling our names because He wants nothing more than to scoop us off the cold, hard floor of the jail we built and carry us out to the Light of day. It is in the Light that we are healed!
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