Stones....

Stones...hurt.

Size does not matter. Big ones squish. Small ones sting.

Strong. They are not easily broken.

Good for keeping things in. Good for keeping things out.

Why is it when we are older we begin taking all of those stones that have been cast our way and start building walls around our heart? Someone hurts us....add a stone. Someone lets us down....add a stone. Someone diminishes our hope....another stone. We're disappointed.....stone. Lied to....stone. We "feel" these things so deeply, that somewhere we want to just stop feeling them. We build that wall, piece by piece, stone by stone, so that next time....it may not hurt as bad.

So what then? This is where I was tonight..."was" being the appropriate word. Then something within that wall whispered:

"Trust me, Laura." ...... and a stone fell.

"Have faith that I am walking with you." ..... another stone....

"I will always take care of you." .......stone......


No matter how big or tall I build that wall, I forget that I am not the only one standing inside of it. And 'HE' is bigger and stronger and mightier than any rock! Many can throw stones, but only ONE can break them!


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2010 at 2:15 PM

    great thought. hope there is never a wall around your heart...

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