My husband and I are contemplating renovating a house built in the 1950’s. Ya’ll, this house is a disaster. I don’t think it has been lived in for years, yet alone cleaned. But you know what? I’m in love with it. I see the potential for what it could be…beyond the layers of cobwebs, sloped living room floor and the cracked pink bathroom tile.
I don’t know the story behind this house, I’m sure it would have a lot to tell. I just know that I want it to be ours; I want to make it a home again.
My vision for this house is elaborate; I spend the early morning hours designing the floor plan, picking out the perfect light fixtures, and daydreaming about walking the short-distance into town for ice cream. I want to fill this house with beauty and modern function; I want to hear our kiddos joyous laughter fill the rooms. I want to highlight the beauty that is already in place, keeping its integrity. I guess you could say I want to save it. You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11
Just as I wish to see the full potential and beauty of this little house, God desires to see His plans for me become a reality. My sin and shortcomings do not discourage Him, in fact, where “I am weak, He is strong! Yes…Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so….”
I thank God for His desire to save me…because I truly am a disaster. I believe He has been renovating and remodeling me since I took my first steps…slowly drawing out the potential for beauty, uncovering my natural gifting’s, and even birthing new ones. The funny this is, He could have torn me down and started with a blank slate, one free from years of sin and shame. But instead, He is patiently, and consistently aligning my heart and mind with that of His beautifully, perfect Son.