ABBA, forgive me for my own hardness of heart. In an effort to not “feel” hurt or pain, I’ve
built a wall around my heart. I don’t believe it was in rebellion or intentionally
a rejection of You – but it gets in the way and I am truly sorry and humbly ask
that You will help me to tear it down. There is a balance or an appropriate way
to protect my heart – but it’s allowing You to be my defender; rather than a
wall, to provide a fence to keep out the things that could damage my heart,
while allowing those things that will cause me to be more like Jesus to come
through . . . and only You know which is which. More of You, Lord and less of
me.
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