It was a very long flight to Belgium. 

Tes murs
(thy walls)

I had read those words before, but in French, one tiny little word brought my reading to a halt.

The walls were…mine. 

I was the one that placed stone upon stone and built a wall between me and Jesus. I knew there was a wall.

I knew Jesus understood all the pieces of that wall. That is how I became engraven upon His palms. In that moment, I also understood that it was me that kept building the wall.

What walls do I place between me and Jesus Christ?

• Sin…
• Pride…
• Shame…
• Selfishness…
• Social Media…
• Work…

I can pretend that I can hide behind my walls, but He cannot forget me. Even more lovingly, He will not forget me.

No matter what sin, or flavor of pride I used to build my wall, I can never hide or be beyond His all-encompassing love and understanding.

I invite you to consider your walls. Jesus Christ is there, waiting to help you with the all the stones - the small ones, the big ones, the half-buried ones stuck in the mud.