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I go to a big church made up of a bunch of small groups. I have a weird relationship with my small group. I love them. I rely on them. But sometimes, I find it hard to really talk to them. Maybe you know what I mean.
It’s inevitably my turn to talk, and I never know what to say. The weirdest part is that I’m usually a person without a loss for words. I’m honestly not sure what brings on this brain freeze but it drives me crazy.
It happened to me again this week. The things I wanted to say wouldn’t come out, and the things I didn’t intend to say came pouring out of my mouth. As I drove home, I thought of all the things I might have said. So I wrote this letter to my small group.
Dear Small Group,
I know I’ve been acting weird lately. I’m really sorry about it. By the looks of it, I’m sure it seems as if I’ve become detached and uninterested. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. The truth is that I’m scared.
Several years ago I started building this wall around me. It started slowly, brick by brick. Every time someone would say something hurtful, I added a little brick. Every time I opened up to someone and it came back to bite me, I added another little brick.
I didn’t notice it at first. It wasn’t very high, and I could see over the edge. But after a couple of years of laying bricks, I realized that it was harder to really see without standing on my tippy toes. By then the wall was so high and so strong that it seemed easier to keep on building.
Then I met you. At first, you didn’t bother my wall much. It was easy to peek at your faces through the cracks. I enjoyed it because it’s fun to watch other people through the cracks.
One day, you took me by surprise. I glanced to my right and noticed that one of you was scratching at a brick. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was slow work, but you kept on scraping at that brick. Before long I heard a bang and noticed that it was the sound of a brick falling on the ground. It didn’t bother me at first. It was just one brick.
I stopped paying very close attention until several months into our relationship. One day I took a quick glance at the perimeter of my wall and was shocked to see that an entire side was ruined. I was startled, but knew I could survive it. It was my good side, after all.
I had some serious thinking to do. I would either need to find some bricks and start building again, or I could live with just three sides to my wall. I thought back over the years it took me to build the wall. It was hard work. It had taken time and a toll on me. I decided to live with just three walls.
But that meant that I’d need to protect those bricks even more. So I stopped talking. I was petrified. What if you dared come up to my wall and start scraping at another side? What would I do then? I felt paralyzed.
I have to admit I could see you better without that one wall on my side, but I just wasn’t sure how much of me I wanted you to see.
Just recently I got this feeling that you had begun eroding another side of my wall. It was time to take action. The next time my turn was up, I’d make sure you understood you were to stay away from my wall. I glared. I kept my answers short. I even threw out a few zingers.
But it didn’t work. You see, I hadn’t been counting on one thing: you’d already made it inside my wall. I’m not sure how or when it happened. I’m not even sure I ever really invited you in–not formally at least. All I know is that one day you were hovering outside my wall, and the next I noticed you had slipped inside it.
The funny thing is that I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would. I kind of actually liked having company inside that wall. It hit me as I was driving home the other day. I’ve wasted so much time trying to lay bricks that are made of sand. I want you to give them a good kick and knock them down.
See, deep down, even though I seem detached, I don’t want you to leave. Deep down, I’ve found out I love you. So . . . I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks. Thanks for sticking it out with me and thanks for your unconditional love.
Sincerely,
Me
Can you relate to erecting walls between you and others? Do you know why? What can you do today to invite others in?
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on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 6:44 am
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 7:51 am
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 8:45 am
Thought I should clear things up--our team accidentally said I wrote this post, but it was actually written by Lina Abujamra. Sure did speak to me, though!
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 10:47 am
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 10:59 am
On day five, he was speaking words of wisdom and insight that we all needed to hear, and I believe his life was totally changed. He now wants to return to his family and church and to "start over" with the power of Christ in his life. Wow!
I wonder how long he would have stayed behind his wall if we had not committed to love and encourage him. The world and perhaps the ministry would have lost a precious Christ-follower and servant of God.
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 12:14 pm
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 1:16 pm
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 3:41 pm
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 4:59 pm
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on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 7:32 pm
on Tuesday, July 10, 2012 at 11:24 pm
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 1:50 am
It sounds like you are trying to "force" it too much. I am really a likeable, loving, funny, spiritual person who is a great listener also. It appears on the surface I am aloof or sullen unfortunately. The reason may be I am struggling with some personal issue in my life, or maybe I just feel "outside" of the circle and want to appear that I really don't need others, since they don't apparently need me - or else they would greet me and draw me into a conversation like they so easily do with everyone (except me). Remember the oldies song with "I am a rock, because a rock feels no pain. I am an island, an island never cries." (paraphrased). Some of us wall ourselves off because we feel left out and it is a coping mechanism. We really are not boring, if you would make a patient effort to draw us out and give us a chance to prove it.
And yes, Jesus provides everything my soul desires, but it is also nice to be in good fellowship with Christian women in my circle.
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 9:11 am
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 11:40 am
Just a thought...we can't wait for someone to help us...we have to reach out even in our pain and help someone else. God's grace is sufficient..
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 1:16 pm
May the Lord provide grace and blessings to all the contributors to this particular blog. Love you ALL in Jesus our Redeemer.
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 3:03 pm
Be encouraged, and keep trusting Him, sisters!! I am!
on Wednesday, July 11, 2012 at 7:50 pm
We may or may not be liked by people; our goal is to please our Father and Savior. Some people will adore you for your loving heart; others may seem to not even notice; but our Father sees all and will reward you. Friendless middle school memories may continue to haunt you daily, but you receive love from the Lord daily and seek to pass it on to others. I cannot guarantee you that you'll be happy or liked, but at least you'll have done what you can.
on Friday, July 13, 2012 at 11:03 pm