I had a window put in today. Well, let me rephrase that: I almost had a window put in today.
I don’t know how many of you have worked with contractors before, but many times they’re not the most reliable bananas in the bunch. We’ve done a lot of remodeling in our house in the country cove, so I’ve had several run-ins with these guys. It usually ends up the same way- I’m at their mercy and they know it.
The window guys were here, ready to cut out the wall, and all they needed was a brick guy. Just one guy to remove a bunch of bricks so that the window would actually allow light to come through! After all, windows are pretty useless when they have brick walls behind them.
Long (and stressful) story short, two days came and went, and I am still looking at a brick wall in my living room (Yes, I know that people in New York City would pay thousands for a brick wall inside, but this isn’t NYC, people!!!).
Now, mind you, I’m not angry like you might think. I wish things had ended differently, but I’ve been around this business long enough to know that it’s bound to happen.
You know, our heart are windows into our souls, into who we really are, into what makes us live and move and breathe. Our hearts are windows, but many times they’re windows with brick walls behind them. The light, the outside world, the lovely tree-filled backyard is just on the other side of the wall, oh-so-close, but nothing can penetrate it. Nobody can see our beauty through the mortar. It’s hidden deep.
And when the brick guy doesn’t show up to take it down, we’re secretly glad.
Too many times we’d rather hide our light for fear it will blind the eyes of those around us. Even though our light is life-giving, we prefer perceived safety in the dark, hoping to keep everything and everyone at arm’s length.
When I finally get a brick guy here, he’s not going to bust the wall down with a sledgehammer. He’s going to chisel away carefully, making sure he doesn’t damage the window on the other side. And when he’s done, and light gleams onto my living room floor, he’ll carefully place the right bricks around the edges to protect the window. There will be no holes left, and the driving rain and howling wind won’t be able to cause damage.
And when I let Jesus Christ take away the walls around my heart, He will come when I call and there will be no messes to clean up.
“He will bring down your high fortified walls and lay them low; He will bring them down to the ground, to the very dust.” (Isaiah 25:12 NIV)
Katie is a southern girl who spends her days loving her hubby and teaching high schoolers about commas and classics. She desires to cultivate relationships and serve her Lord with her whole heart. Oh, and she is slightly addicted to strawberry chapstick. Visit her writing home at Simply[His], follow her on Facebook, or tweet with her Twitter.
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