“Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Let us therefore, as many as be perfect, be thus minded: and if in any thing ye be otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this unto you. For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ: Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself.” Philippians 3:13-15, 20-21
Our new home came through the gate in two pieces. As I watched them pull it into place I wondered if it would ever fit together. The outer walls looked great, but where the two pieces joined together, raw wood was exposed with only a thin film of plastic covering it to protect it from the elements.
As workers started moving the second section into place, I wondered again how the two pieces could ever fit together. Inch by inch, the section moved until each was beside the other.
So far, so good, but the question still remained as to how the workers could put the two sections together so they were permanent. The answer was huge bolts placed through both sections that pulled the sections together into one solid house.
Inside, there is still cosmetic work going on. Sheetrock covers bare wood and once textured, one nice, smooth wall will remain. Once floor covering is installed, the seams will disappear from sight leaving no hint that they were ever two sections.
The outside of the house gives an illusion that everything is completed, but inside is a different story. I often go outside when the work going on inside becomes overwhelming, and I start to wonder if we will ever move in. Even when we do, there will always be something that needs to be done to make the house a home.
My life is very much like my little house. It was once in pieces until I asked Jesus into my life. Jesus took the pieces of my life and bolted it together to make me whole. Now, nothing that comes my way can take me away from God, because I belong to Him and a permanent home in heaven is secured for me.
Even though I belong to Him, there is still much work that needs to be done on the inside. Like sheetrock, my life is full of cracks. Jesus takes the broken and cracked pieces and carefully blends them together. When I turn my life over to Him, He sands out the imperfections.
Once we move in there will always be cleaning to do to keep our home in order. Trash has to be taken out on a regular basis to keep germs and nasty odors from taking over. Our lives need to be cleaned so to speak to remove confused sin that can make us stink and take away from what was intended.
Clutter was always a problem for me where we lived before. Now that I am starting a clean slate with a new home, I am more determined to keep it clutter free. I had so many cute things, but too many of these things made it impossible to fully enjoy my home. I plan to have only a few items to add beauty to my home. Some things I will give away. Other things will be stored and from time to time, I can change them out. This way I can enjoy each one of them more fully.
With this new home comes a new start in my life. I am making a promise that my time won’t get cluttered up either. There are so many things to do with my time. Some people tell me that now I am not working I should do this or that. Everything they mention is a worthwhile endeavor, but I know that I can’t do all of them. Instead I have to pick and choose those things that the Lord has equipped me for without taking on everything I am asked to do. I have found from experience that being involved in too many things prevents me from doing anything well so that I can’t enjoy what I am doing.
As I begin this new chapter of my life, I excitedly look forward to what the Lord has in store for me. Both my little house and myself are a work in progress.