“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house.
At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting
the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew
that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently
He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and
does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The
explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one
you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor
there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being
made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He
intends to come and live in it Himself.”
As I sit here on a rainy Monday morning...my favorite kind of morning to be honest...watching the flickering flame of the lit candle on my desk...all this potential bubbling inside of me, with words, sounds and mental pictures, this quote speaks to me.
Honest: Today I feel like a cluttered and broken down shack. My fears, hurts and hang-ups loom large.
I have dreams inside me too but I know my limits. A cottage sounds nice, yes? Cozy, which is my favorite word to describe a home.
However, a palace...castle...Wow. I imagine one on cliffs by the ocean...Prince Eric's castle in The Little Mermaid...fresh seafood every night...les poissons les poissons.
But that seems impossible, for me anyway. I would be glad if I evolved into a water-tight dwelling that kept the cold out.
Hope: God doesn't have my limits. He sees all the potential inside you and me, and says to us:
"This is quite easy for me, if you will let me."
In the book of II Kings in the Bible, three Kings and their armies were commanded by God to invade Moab. They assembled, marched for seven days...and then they ran out of water. Man and beast were about to die of thirst. Needless to say, they were angry and confused...if God called them to this task, why were they going to die painfully without even attempting what they were called to do?
They found a man of God- Elisha- and asked him to inquire of the Lord. (Back then...before Jesus...talking to God was a little more complicated.) He did inquire of the Lord, and said they were to dig ditches all over the valley because God was going to bring water...so much water they would need the ditches to hold it all...and even more astonishingly, He was going to bring it without wind or rain.
*This is the point where you are sitting in the shack in the middle of a hurricane, about to be blown away, drown, or knocked unconscious by steel beams whistling by...and God says He's about to move you into a Castle...you have zero resources and there's no castle in sight...
Honest- those Israelites were probably thinking this was crazy talk. Elisha finishes up this dramatic speech with a gauntlet, a challenge, a promise...
"This is easy for God to do. He will also hand Moab over to you."
And boy, did He! The next morning, water rushed the valley, the Moabites mistook the sun shining off the water as pools of blood and thought the three armies had slaughtered each other. They decided to go plunder the camp and marched right into a trap. The Israelites were one hundred percent victorious. Oh, and they weren't thirsty anymore either.
But did you catch that? This is easy for God to do. Turning my shack into a living castle is easy for God to do. Sure, it's going to be work...the armies had to dig the ditches in the blazing sun with wracking thirst...but it's not a hard thing for God. I only have to be willing to work...to trust His promise, face my fears, and allow Him to beat down closed doors inside of me to build a new, strong foundation.
What would a castle feel like anyway? Hmm...peace, joy, security, contentment...all my needs provided. Doesn't mean an endless holiday, storms and invading armies and famine will still come. But the walls will be strong and the resources plentiful to withstand any attack.
Do I want that? In the deepest, most guarded parts of my soul...do I truly want that?
Yes, please. Times a million trillion.
Peace...and yes, work...dear readers.
*Above image from 9wows.com