We are in the final weeks of our house restoration and remodel. This week we had the carpets pulled up on the main floor so the wood floors could be sanded and stained. The basement is being finished as well, and the siding should be started in about two weeks.
It is coming together and the beautiful “bones” that were once covered in ugliness and neglect are now beginning to show their beauty. The original value and worth are becoming visible once more.
When we bought this house many people thought we were fools to take on such a task. I admit that there have been times when I thought the onlookers might be right. We have lived out of boxes, making due without things, creatively coming up with options for necessities.
Yet with each struggle and strain, we have seen a glimmer of what is to come. What is possible with a combination of faith and work is beginning to shine through the grime and dirt.
The process of restoration with our home has pulled me back to the restoration of my heart. My personal destruction was self inflicted through alcohol, breaking rules, believing the lies of the enemy that were whispered into my ear. I saw myself as a torn, stained, and worthless person. I never would have believed that I had value. It was only for “good girls” who followed the rules, respected their parents, and waited.
I had no idea the summer of 1990 that God would come and see the vacant, dilapidated condition of my soul and see beyond the broken places, the torn walls, the crumbling foundation and see who He created me to be all along. That summer my soul was bought and paid for by Jesus Christ. His signature was written on the purchase contract for me in His blood.
Just as my family, friends, contractors, and subcontractors have come in and torn down the stained wallpaper, swept up the debris, and thrown out the broken things in our house. God Himself has continued to show my soul that it is worthy of being cleaned, repaired, restored, to shine for His glory.
In just a few weeks the major work will be complete. Then we will come in and move the furniture into the correct rooms. We will unpack boxes, hang pictures, put away dishes, stack books on a shelf. The house will become a home for the first time. A place to welcome friends and family to come and enjoy the peace and tranquility present within the walls.
Just as I called out to God that July day, inviting Him into my life. To restore me, to move in, to fill each room of my heart with His presence, His peace, His joy, His purpose.
O Best Beloved, have you known that feeling? Have you experienced the joy of a life lived fully with Christ? What is stopping you? Don’t let the enemy whisper in your ear anymore. He only speaks lies. Turn your ear to the One who conquered death, the One who has called to you since before time began.
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we man receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:14-16).
Jesus is waiting to meet us. To meet you. To heal you. To restore you. To love you. Right where you are. Right now.
Call out to Him, Precious child. He is waiting.