Unstoppable

It was this huge wall. An enormous barrier. It kept me from getting to the other side. I tried to climb it. I tried to find a way around it. I tried to push it down. But nothing worked.

I was stuck behind it. Everything I did just made me weaker. I felt hopeless. But I had to be on the other side. It wasn't optional. Everywhere around me was dark. I knew from the light that filtered through a few holes in the wall that there was something beautiful on the other side.

You know when you know something in your heart, and you don't need proof for it to be real, because you know without a shadow of a doubt that it just is? That was how I felt in that moment. I knew that on the other side of that wall was a wonderous thing, and I had to get over there.

I refused to give up, even though I could barely stand. I kicked and I punched and I threw myself at the wall. Exhausted tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't do it. I couldn't get through. "What's wrong with me!" I helplessly screamed at the wall.

Whatever was on the other side I knew I needed. I felt this strange connection with it. I wouldn't stop until I got over. The darkness pressed in closer and I began to panic. So I screamed. I hollered. And then I heard something.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard someone screaming on the other side. Beating the wall, just like me. I pressed my face up against the cold brick and tried my best to still my breathing.

At first I could only hear muffled words. But once my heart stopped pounding and my breath stopped coming in huffs and puffs, I heard much more clearer.

"You can't get through! Stop trying!" I heard.

"What?!?" I screamed in dismay. That was definitely not what I wanted to hear.

I pressed my whole body up against the wall, hoping with all my might I'd hear more."Step back from the wall!"

I was befuddled. Why in the world would I step back from the wall. Fear creeped in to my heart as I looked at the inky blackness surrounding me. I didn't want to step into that... But the light chased away the darkness enough for me to step a few feet back.

Careful to make sure I didn't enter the darkness, I stepped back. A rumble shook my entire frame. I stared at the wall, curious about what was about to unfold before me.

Suddenly, with a loud thunder, the wall came crumbling down. I gasped and watched in disbelief. The dust settled and on top of the rubble I saw a man.

He was huge! No wonder the wall came down so quickly, this guy could probably knock down a few others at the same time.

Then I noticed the light. I noticed the colors. In a split second, I saw what I had been fighting so hard to get to. I scrambled over the bricks, past the man, and drank in my surroundings. Breath taking....

The thing was, though, I didn't feel a connection with the surroundings. Instead, I felt pulled by some invisible force to the man who had destroyed my barrier. I spun around and he stood right there. He was close enough that if I moved I would swat him with my shoulder.

"Who are you?" I asked. You would have asked the same question if he was standing just inches from you. And not only had he invaded my personal space, he had somehow invaded my heart. Now I knew why in all the fairytales the princesses fell for the knights who saved them.

"I'm love," he said simply. I waited for more, but he didn't say anything else, so I made a face to express my frustration.

"Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing— it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can't drown love, torrents of rain can't put it out. Love can't be bought, love can't be sold."

So then I knew. It was kind of hard to miss. This man before me was my Savior. And this man before me was just as determined to break down the wall separating us as I was.

This man was Love. And this man would stop at absolutely nothing to have me.

Raptured in His love,
Daddy's Girl

Song of Solomon 8:6b-7


Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing— it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can't drown love, torrents of rain can't put it out. Love can't be bought, love can't be sold— it's not to be found in the marketplace.