Living in the country gives a person a lot of opportunities to see farmsteads. Depending on the farm, the buildings will be crisp, clean, and often painted the traditional red and white. Other farms have buildings that are dilapidated and slowly falling down, one piece at a time.

One farm in particular has a long dairy barn that once stood tall and proud, sheltering the animals from wind, rain, and heat. But now, stands empty, and the center is showing lack of care and maintenance. The ends of the building are still standing erect, with the appearance of care and concern from the owner. The center, the heart of the building, however does not show anything but neglect.

How often do I look in the mirror to make sure my clothes look flattering, that my hair isn’t askew, no dark smudges from old mascara under my eyes. But I don’t take the time to look within, to see what is really making me feel cranky or short tempered.

When boomtowns were cropping up in the western territories it was common for the buildings to have a facade, a false front, to give the illusion of a larger, more grandiose building along the Main Street in town. Yet, many of these facades really just hid the same makeshift platform building. It was all about the image, the idea of what may or may not be behind the front door.

I will never be able to fix this on my own. I am broken inside, there is nothing I can use to hold up my heart, my mind, or soul. I need Jesus. Let me say that again. I need Jesus. Facades will fall apart, will crumble and break, the truth will be found and then it will be harder to repair.

But if I come to Jesus now, admit how desperate I am for His healing, His correction, His direction in my life- then I will find the courage to rebuild the parts that have been neglected. I will bring them to the Master Carpenter and know that He will build and repair the brokenness in ways I never could. In ways I never imagined.

Best Beloved, it is time to stop building up the fronts we display to others. Let us allow Jesus in to build us into the creation God designed us to be.


About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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