Which is it?
There were many discussions through the past four years of discussing my life with my recent counselor of having my walls up. For what I dealt with in life, rightfully so. Was it right for each person in my life? No. Why take a chance until trust is built and still no guarantee hurt won’t come again.
As we discussed the walls, I recognized I did just that. Odds are, if everyone was honest, walls are present in many if not all lives. How could there not be? Life dishes out crap at times in situations and words said to us. It hurts.
Then, there are others that will talk about having your walls up as a good thing. Talk about confusion. Between my real-life conversation (walls down) and then hearing this (walls up), I could understand them both. With that, I felt I had dyslexia, unsure which is right.
Depending upon the situation, they both are.
In my years as a client, we discussed a lot and this counselor knows some deep, soul wrenching parts of me that only God knows. My walls were down. I needed and also wanted help to understand me and she had the knowledge and expertise to do so. I trusted her, I had to. Would I do it again? Yes. Probably now, moreso; wish I had more time with her. Now that our time is over, I did feel anger for doing so but if it had not been, I would not be where I am today. Today, I am grateful. Walls down. God is doing a work within me.
Walking with a new friend recently, she probed into my life a little more than I liked of my marriage and depression from it. Pretty bold of her, I thought. Using my words carefully, I gave her enough to calm the curiousity within her. I was not comfortable in that situation and there will be a wall and general conversation from this point forward. Walls up.
Even last night with several of the church ladies for a small group, I knew of them only in passing. This class is for healing of hurts and abuses. While I know what is said there, stays there, I could not be transparent. My walls were up and I knew it, although I could encourage them and recognize their pain.
This past week has been an emotional roller coaster for me, and I had to question my walls. I recognized and felt when they were up. Right or wrong, they were there. While they can protect, they can hinder. Just knowing the difference.
No matter if my walls are up, down. half way or sometimes made of steel, the Lord knows my heart. He knows my every emotion and fear that entangles my life of being hurt yet once again.
I owe no one fullness of me, unless I choose. We have that choice. Like me or not, I may not you or trust. God has given us discernment and we have a right to use it.