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Rebuilding the Wall...One Family At A Time

I've been thinking about Nehemiah.  He is one of my heroes!  His heart broke because of the brokenness of his people.  

They were broken, exposed and lost.  God put a burden on his heart to rebuild the walls.

The coolest thing about this is that each family build their portion of the wall.  They stood, built and fought their way together.  As they built and repaired what was in front of them-they linked with the family next door.  

Reminds me to get to work building, repairing, and intensive focus on what is in front of me to do.   

To work with my family to do what we need to do.  To link with other families within the whole church to rebuild.  

What would happen if just my blog friends and I link arms and get to work?  My family?  My church?

  •  Meanwhile, the people in Judah said, “The strength of the laborers is giving out, and there is so much rubble that we cannot rebuild the wall.”
  •  Also our enemies said, “Before they know it or see us, we will be right there among them and will kill them and put an end to the work.”
  • Then the Jews who lived near them came and told us ten times over, “Wherever you turn, they will attack us.” 
  • Therefore I stationed some of the people behind the lowest points of the wall at the exposed places, posting them by families, with their swords, spears and bows. 
  • After I looked things over, I stood up and said to the nobles, the officials and the rest of the people, “Don’t be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your families, your sons and your daughters, your wives and your homes.” 
  •  When our enemies heard that we were aware of their plot and that God had frustrated it, we all returned to the wall, each to our own work.
  •   From that day on, half of my men did the work, while the other half were equipped with spears, shields, bows and armor. The officers posted themselves behind all the people of Judah  who were building the wall. Those who carried materials did their work with one hand and held a weapon in the other,  and each of the builders wore his sword at his side as he worked. But the man who sounded the trumpet stayed with me. Nehemiah 4

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