Getting into a remodel is revealing. The more you do, the closer you look and the closer you look…the more obvious are the flaws.
The past few days I’ve been painting walls and trim at Stone House Lane. Soothing gray-blue rolled over and over her walls. Covering bumps in sheet rock and filled in holes.
Carefully spreading white on doors I see marks where maybe furniture scrapped when being moved or dark smudges where hard working hands opened it over and over.
I’ve not spent a night on Stone House Lane but I can tell you much about this house already.
We’re getting acquainted and I feel her coming to life.
But this process won’t happen over night. There are too many walls that need paint, to many places that have to be fixed.
The Husband and I have years of projects ahead, and God willing, we’ll happily pour ourselves into them because this is a good work. This work, to us, is rewarding and brings joy.
Yesterday, rolling milky primer over faded cabinets I wondered if God sees me this way…all battered and in need of tender restoration.
He’s the lover of my soul and He knows well all the shadowy corners where anger waits. He knows what hurts I’ve wrestled into rooms closed off. He sees the dirt I ignore and the holes in my heart that, try as I might, I can’t fix myself.
And He is patiently, tenderly doing a work in me. A lifelong work.
“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion…”
I’m whispering a prayer of thanks today my friends, for God’s patient work in me and for His promise to finish what He started.
~Sending you love~