When we moved into this house over a decade ago we noticed a large crack in the ceiling near the attic stairs in the garage; but, it appeared the previous homeowners had repaired it. Unfortunately, their solution was little more than a band-aid on a gaping wound. Over the years the crack got larger and longer and soon the garage ceiling began to cave under a weight it was not built to bear.
We called a professional who diagnosed the problem. Sadly, it was worse than we had thought. The original construction was all wrong and the ceiling would need to be torn out and rebuilt. It was a costly, messy project.
To make matters worse we would have to use some of the money and time we had allotted for a kitchen remodel. Just go look at my Pinterest board and you’ll get the idea. My dream for a beautiful, more functional kitchen that our family and friends could enjoy had been hijacked. Our time and energy would now be focused on repairing the attic. IN THE GARAGE!
I’ve shed tears over this, people.
For weeks I’ve tripped over the junk that came out of the attic and out of my heart. I’ve pushed around and rearranged to make way for the builders and the construction project. I’ve even created a new Pinterest board to help me cope. Along the way I took photos of the mess and here’s the before and after.
You’ll notice that the “After” still doesn’t look Pinterest perfect even though the project has been finished for weeks. But change takes time and its coming. Soon all that new attic space will change how my home looks and my life functions.
The Gospel in the Middle of My Mess
More important than new attic space, I gained a new perspective because my good, good Father never, ever misses an opportunity to teach me His ways.
One afternoon as I stood knee deep in my discouraged mess looking up at the newly completed construction project, (that no one will ever see but me) God did what He does so well. He took my face in His kind and gentle hands and showed me the bigger picture.
He is constructing my life and sometimes that requires tearing out
what is not fit to house a King and bear the weight of His glory.
So much of the deconstruction and remodeling He has done in me over the years has been costly and messy. As the Master builder He works in the heart and mind, changing our perspective, our attitudes, and our thinking. He doesn’t waste time with quick fixes or cosmetic updates. He is less concerned with my outward beauty and more concerned with my heart. Band-aids will not do.
And so He tears away the parts of my life that have been poorly constructed by my own unskilled hands and in return gives me a happy hiding place in Him and the good hope of heaven as my eternal dwelling place with Him.
For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,
2 Corinthians 5:1-2
What more could we long for?
I’m linking up again today with Britta for the Meet Me in the Middle Project. Click on over to find more of the Gospel in the middle.