Someone tries to get too close, starts to see that part of you that you would like to keep hidden. You've worked hard for that wall, built it over the years brick by brick. The wall keeps you safe, keeps others out and your secrets inside.
We lock our doors and windows at night. Securing our family inside our walls. Keeping out the elements, and the intruders that could harm them.
There are those without walls. Like the van I saw at the library yesterday that has been haunting me ever since. Piled in the back with pillows and blankets, obviously lived in. Knowing that I was at the library to fax things away to keep my comfortable life going, and they were at the library because it was warm and free. No walls to keep them warm or safe.
My hubby and I are going through the McCheyne Bible reading plan this year, and right now it has me planted in Nehemiah. I remember Nehemiah from seminary, but I don't think I've read it since. Jerusalem in ruins, God's chosen people scattered into exile, and a cupbearer to the king has a vision from God to go and rebuild the wall. Nothing in Jerusalem can be restored without a wall. They didn't have locks, or security systems back then - they had walled cities. Walls that kept in the people who were supposed to be there and (hopefully) kept OUT the ones that weren't.
Nehemiah returns, rallies the people and starts to rebuild. Working together, family beside family they each take a part and begin the process. But, the neighbors don't like all that noise. It's disturbing their perfect world. It's making them angry that these silly Jews think they can build a giant wall and keep them out. They broke down that wall, for goodness sake, and they don't want it ever going up again.
So, what do the exiles do? They keep building. With a trowel in one hand and a sword in the other. They do what they know to be right, ready for the battle they know will come.
And then it hits me. I am Jerusalem.
"Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control."
My new "health kick" has reminded me over and over that I have gone very lax in the self-control area. I skim off my kids plates, I mindlessly eat when I shouldn't, I choose TV over exercise, I CHOOSE to be a broken down wall.
If I have no wall, then the enemy doesn't even have to climb to get to me. I'm RIGHT THERE. Just waiting for attack. No protection, nothing to hide behind.
Now, I have self-control. I have the Spirit of the Most High God living inside of me. A fruit of that Spirit is self-control. Apparently it's not one who's tree I've been cultivating. My black thumb has gotten the best of this tree, it's barely breathing. On life support and waiting for a miracle.
So, with dumbbell in one hand and scripture in the other I start to rebuild. How can I not? What city is effective without a wall? The last thing I want to be is ineffective for the Lord.
Rebuild with me. We can join together, lock arms with our swords and start building.