It’s tempting when wounded to build walls to try to protect your heart.
It seems logical.
Who wants to invite more pain when already carrying a load?
But the wall I build for protection keeps EVERYTHING out-love, grace, mercy and hope as well as heartache.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
So I choose to let the walls fall.
I choose to let it all in and take the risk.
I will stay soft,