How is it that we can sit and watch transformation stories unfold but find it difficult to believe that we could ever experience something so incredible for ourselves.
“It’s amazing!” we exclaim but deep inside we’re not sure we could ever see something so beautiful happening in our lives.
It’s like that TV show “Fixer Upper”-yall probably haven’t heard of it-it’s not a very well known show, lol. (that was a joke gram) Chip & Jo walk through mold infested halls and grimy kitchens only seeing the positives. Sometimes there aren’t many positives to see but Jo always has a silver lining comment. They choose to look past every disgusting & awkward detail in the house and rather choose to see the things that can make this house a home. Every time we see the final reveal, the homeowners are in complete shock 0f the transformation that has taken place. I remember hearing one time “I never thought it could be this beautiful!” The home owner stood in the heart of the home, eyes full of tears, heart exploding with gratitude, in unbelief that something so incredibly horrible could be transformed into something so incredibly beautiful.
I find myself relating with her most days, constantly reminded of God’s grace and amazed at how He is making my life a story of transformation for His glory.
God can do this for you. Believe it friend! He can handle any hurt, any shame, any bitterness, any hate, any level- 10-career shattering-life altering news and transform it into something so incredible that you will stand back & say “I never thought my life could be this beautiful!” “I never thought I could get past _____!” “I never thought my life could be restored!” God CAN do this for you and like Jo-God looks past every cracked, dirty place in your life & sees only what HE can make it.
Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,
scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I’ll let loose with your praise.