Not a Remodel
He didn't come to remodel what was already there — He came to tear it down and build a house fit for Him to dwell in.
By Steve Wilkins
Soon after I invited Jesus into my life, I expected Him to come in and remodel my house.
It made sense. After all, He built me in the first place—He knew where all the plumbing, electrical, mechanical, and structural strengths and weaknesses were. Who better to do the renovations?
But I soon learned He wasn't interested in a simple remodel.
He began tearing out walls.
Adding rooms.
Building wings.
Raising new levels.
And then it hit me:
The house He was building wasn't for me at all.
He was building me into something far greater—
A beautiful, spacious mansion...
Fit for a King.
This new house He is building is for Him!
No wonder I so often feel clumsy within it.
I have spent years trying to figure out why "my" bedroom looks so different. Why "my" kitchen no longer functions the way it once did. And why "my" family room no longer feels familiar.
It's beginning to make sense. Nothing within me was "fit" for Him. It wasn't that just a couple walls needed to move. The entire existing foundation was completely inadequate.
This home that He is constructing within me is a place for Him to dwell. And a place where I can commune with Him.
He is transforming me into a temple of the Holy Spirit.
(1 Corinthians 6:19)
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