Man Made Walls of Stone

I've been doing a lot of thinking about relationships. Primarily why they never last. Why men don't persue long enough. They quit before it even gets started. I realize though that it is a good thing. Those are the men that are not the one. It is bittersweet. I would rather be right with God than be with the wrong man. This was a conversation with someone that does not know me at all.

"I'll be honest, at this rate it will take a long time before we ever meet. You seem to be a hard one to get close to. You have set up many walls four a guy to get over and knock down. I don't know why, but that's fine. The Lord works in mysterious ways. Something must catch your attention and until then you are like a stone in the road, not bothered by anything. Don't be like the stone that was found just to be thrown into the water not to be seen again til the water dried up. I would like to meet you but I don't like to chase someone that doesn't plan on being caught."
"I didn't put the walls up...the men did. Now, no man has seen me worth sticking around long enough to break through the walls. A few have tried but gave up. I believe that the man that I am meant to be with will persue me and break through. I get hopeful at each mans attempt, I watch them give up and walk away and the walls continue to get bigger. I'm confident that whoever finally breaks through will know that I am worth it. I know because the Lord has told me. I deserve someone who would fight for me, someone that loves me for who I am. Like the walls of Jericho, they will eventually fall."
It's funny he said that I am like a stone in the road not bothered by anything. Not to be like that stone that was found just to be thrown into the water not to be seen again until the water dried up. What he does not think about is that I did not ask to be picked up and thrown.

So he compares me to stone. As if I have no emotion. What he does not know is that I long for just one man that knows my worth. A man that will not use me, a man that respects me, a man that will not prey on me. The walls are man made of stone...in which were built not to harden my heart but to protect it's vulnerability until the day my Noble Warrior of Christ breaks the walls down. The one man I will not have to watch give up and walk away.

Pamela Renee Schneider