At the end of June I read Lysa Terkeurst’s devotional, Please Don’t Give Me A Christian Answer. That was before the recent violence that has over taken our news feeds and our hearts. As the news reports of Alton Sterling, Philando Castile and the Dallas Police Officers shootings drove a deeper wedge int the world around me, I turned back to Lysa’s words. I closed my mouth (my keyboard) and begin to search my own heart, minds and ways. I began having small daily conversations with a co-worker of a different race.
As much as that dialogue opened me up, it was in the midst of a mundane Saturday chore that taught me what I needed to do. Not how I was to go out and try to change the world. Not how I was to speak out against others but rather the change I needed to let Him make in me.
We are in the middle of a few major home redo projects and my task this past Saturday was to scrape, pressure wash and re-paint the cinder blocks on the foundation of our home. I need to make sure I at least got the front wall completely finished in order for Mike to began rebuilding the front deck.
About a month ago we started what should have been a 2 weekend project of removing the 30 year old rotten deck and build a new bigger one. Mike removed the board that attached the deck to house only to find that the project would be more than we ever expected. As he pried the final board away he noticed water damage. Floor joist that were soft about a foot into the house.
The damage was caused by years and years of unseen drips of water. The windows that cover the front of my house; the windows that I love so much weren’t as tight fitting as they should have been. Slowly over year as the rains came streams would trickle down the panes and into the wood below. As the sun shone hot the reflection would bead up with sweat.
was is comfortable. We have a beautiful view out over a pond. So many times people have commented what a beautiful place we have. Our house looked on the outside from the road; it looked good from the inside but in the middle it was rotting.
Saturday I stood brushing paint on the blocks just under a new board Mike have installed. God spoke to my heart, “You are just like your house.” I look like I have it all together on the outside. At lot of times I feel like I am doing okay when I look at myself on the inside but in my core, my fleshy nature, I am rotten.
We are working hard to make the needed repairs to our house. It is a long slow process because each time we get started we find there is something more to be done. We peel away to expose more damage of just simple something we feel needs to be changed.
God does us the same way. He is gentle. He exposed the rot, allows us to recognize it within ourselves and then we are to surrender it to Him for repair.
So today I will not publicly voice a view on the the politics, the current events or reply to those of others. Instead I will pray for the Lord to search out the rot in my core, expose it and repair it.