The Wind

The wind began to blow in the valley. It started as a gentle breeze just to create an awareness of its presence for those who were still and quiet enough to notice. The few who noticed began to move about inside their walls. They remembered the way the breeze had touched and warmed their skin in the olden days and wanted to experience that touch again. 

They soon realized that the fortresses they had built were keeping both the things they feared and the things they loved from getting close to them. They realized they had walled themselves in so tight that the breeze could not come near them. 

They began to cry out for help and the wind which began as a breeze began to blow thru the valley loosening the bricks. 

The Day the Walls Came Down

They lived in the valley of walls. This had once been a beautiful valley full of vibrant flowers and rich green pastures. Long ago, the air had been filled with shouts of joy and sounds of celebration. The valley had once been a place of refuge until one day the people who lived in this land began to build walls around themselves. Brick by brick, they began to close themselves in and fortify their space. They thought they were protecting themselves although they had nothing to fear. Some days they worked alone building their walls and some days they helped each other. Some days they woke up to find that bricks had been added to their walls by others without their permission. What once had been a beautiful, open valley was now a sea of brick and mortar dwellings as far as the eyes could see and the air was heavy and dark and eerily silent.

But this would not be the end of the story…

The land would soon be redeemed…

The walls would soon be torn down…

The Ultimate Plan…No Fine Print

They said it was a good deal…

Exchange¬†the old for the new…

Pay half the price of what you are paying…

But wait…

Your old is cracked or worn?

That will void the deal…

That will cost you more…

You lose the old plus you pay…

Wait! What?

I sure am glad everything doesn’t work that way. I sure am glad I can exchange the worn out and cracked me for a brand new me with no strings attached.¬† I sure am glad God doesn’t go back on His deal when He finds out you are exchanging something flawed for what He has to offer. I sure am glad when He says the price of exchange has been paid, it REALLY has.