I bent over the dirty oak floor and squinted at the mess that had been made. I wiped sweat off my brow and began chiseling away at the layers and layers of glue and grime.
I love a good refinishing project. Restoration screams my name. I love to see the worn out become new... The refuse become a treasure. It's not surprising if you know me to see me pour out love into a house that has sheltered more sad stories than good ones.
Our neighbors tell us of drug deals, marital pain, cop visits, and more. The sheetrock was badly mistreated, and we've been hauling it out for a week.
These floors kept whispering for attention. I kept scraping at the glue. It was painful, slow work. The glue was resistant to let go. I poured water over the mess I was making and let it soak for a few minutes as grime and sheetrock dust swirled in the murky puddle.
I wiped it with a white rag and kept scraping. Gently and carefully, I lifted the layers until what was beneath shown in glory. I had found buried treasure. What was lost was now found.
Isn't this the same work Jesus does in His children? He purchases us as pitiful and tarnished as we are by His sweat and blood. He sees who we were created to be and gently and often times painfully goes about the work of restoring us one moment at a time. Under the pressure of His blade, we are sure He is ruining us.
He is lifting off the layers that weighed us down. Jesus only does it for our good. We just can't see. We've gotten used to the things we wear. He peels it all off. He washes us with His Word and lets it saturate into our very core. When all is revealed in the end, we display the glorious work of our Master.
None of us will complain. The former things that have passed away are nothing to knowing Him and being useful to His plans.
Dear one, let Jesus do His work in you. You are loved. You are treasured. It's time to be made new in Him.