My husband dropped me off at church last Wednesday night, and then he took quite a while to join me in the sanctuary. I played Words with Friends on my phone and checked twitter as I waited. We had arrived early, so there was “time to kill.”
When my husband finally appeared, I asked him if he had stopped to chat to Jon. Because He always runs into Jon in the parking lot, and Jon is a talker.
“No,” he said.” And then he proceeded to tell me about a horrifying voice message he’d listened to as he sat alone in the car. He had no idea that the message would be an emotional bomb. The news exploded while I sat in the sanctuary blissfully unaware that my husband’s heart was breaking into a million little pieces.
I grabbed my husband’s hand, and I prayed. There was nothing else we could do.
The next day, as I sat at work, I wanted to encourage my husband’s heart, so I sent him a quick text. His response made me smile.
We are going to shout loud. Loud until the walls come down. We win.
What walls are you facing today? Is the enemy trying to tell you that there is no hope? Don’t believe it, my friend.
Walls are meant to come down. Keep shouting.
“But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.”
Psalms 3:3-4, MSG
Q4U: Have you seen a wall come down in your life? I would love to hear your God story.