Just a thought by coppi

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.  (Isaiah 49:16)

I did a painting of Jesus’ holding my hands in His. I entitled it “IN His Hands”.    I read this scripture today, and loved the words “Your walls are ever before me”.  I like this definition “Walls are imprisonment and division.  They are often referred to as things we need to break down and overcome.”  When someone said something to hurt me, or I experienced a crushing blow, up would come a wall of protection.  I had built so many walls around me that the joy of living was expelled from my life.  I prayed, and a whisper of knowledge seemed to resonated in my mind – “knock down the walls”.   “How”?  It didn’t take long before I found the way. A dear friend of mine introduced me to a program called “A Way Out”.  I went.  I was one of many there struggling with pain behind barriers.  We learned to not hide behind separators, but to face them and be honest with our emotions.  Acceptance came through our honest confessions.  It wasn’t easy, but like so many folks going to  a similar program like Alcohol Anonymous and being honest with “Why”, they found freedom from alcohol.  My friend who recommended I go to “A Way Out” is now in heaven, but she saw through my enclosure (wall) and reached out her hand  and gave me a sledgehammer to start the process of needf7ed tools to break down walls of destruction in my life.