Breaking Down Those Stubborn Walls

As I read back over my previous post, I realized how God has already begun to answer my prayers of destitution in the past few days...
The part about needing help from others is more than a definition of destitute. It is a primary means of grace in my life-- one that i can be so hesitant to access, yet often is the key to renewing my mind-- "the others" God has put in my life are some of the finest women i believe have ever lived. The fact that i can call on them to simply pray for me in my weakness is incredible enough, but the fact that they each know me so well, and can speak words of truth to my soul, in my language, is invaluable. I am instantly encouraged by their gentle kindnesses, words of wisdom, and references to the hope that is mine in Christ. Just hearing truth serves to snuff out the lies of condemnation swirling around in my mind, and being told that I am loved just as i am is like a balm to my raw emotions. It can be so hard to humble myself and reach out for help from those who love me the most-- but when I finally do, it makes me wonder why I didn't do so sooner. To heck with being strong and independent! I much prefer the strain of taking away a few bricks or planks of my walls to do the scary work of seeing eye to eye with another who is waiting to show me the Love of the King. "The King is in love with you-- and He wants you to come out of hiding and tell HIM your heart." How could these words not bring me to a place of hope in the midst of my destitution? Perhaps it is true. And all I needed was to hear it...
Thank you, my sisters, for being His messengers! I am indebted to you!