Moving can also be an incredible blessing. If you take careful inventory of all that God is doing in your life, and what His plan is, it can bring so many sweet rewards.
During our 18 years of marriage my husband and I have had our fair share of “fun” moving experiences. So far none of them have ended in divorce. I must admit, there may have been some Christian cussing involved in some of our earlier moving adventures. I have since repented.
My husband has a less than stellar packing ability, and by that I mean he’s terrible at it. No really…he is. Now that isn’t to say he’s not a hard worker. He’s one of the hardest workers I know. He busts his tail for his family every day. He’s even incredibly patient with the OCD decorator who lives in my head. Hanging pictures and moving this and that “just a little to the right, no to the left, no back…” You get the picture. When it comes to packing though, he has a “toss it in and go” mentality. An “it’s all good” philosophy. And I want to fall over and die.
I remember during one of our earlier moves when he propped his Mountain bike tire up against our beautiful bedroom armoire. I asked him to at least put some padding in between them and his response was “It’s a rubber tire, it won’t hurt the wood.” Yeah… So I’m not sure I could adequately describe what occurred when he opened the doors of the moving van, but I’ll try. I’m sure you can imagine how things tend to shift after crossing 5 states. When he opened the doors of our moving truck it was like a scene from a movie, only all in slow motion.
The mountain bike came rolling down the moving truck ramp. Oh, and it was dragging a glass table with it, which shattered on impact. The bike had a good bit of damage as well. Also little things kept crashing all around. Picture frames, vases, you know…things that weren’t properly secured down at all. Then I saw it…the horror. The beautiful wooden armoire looked like a mountain bike had done burn outs and doughnuts all over it. It was beyond ruined.
Moving is hard. It’s messy. We can try our best to make it go smoothly, to keep things tidy, but no matter how good you pack, it’s always a lot of work.
During our most recent move I was so surprised by how dirty our rental home was. I think most people who visit my home would say that I keep it very clean, but really it was only neat and tidy on the surface. You know the important parts…where people could “see.” When I pulled back the couches, dressers, and beds it was filthy. There were long lost LEGO treasures, a trail of stale Cheerios, dust bunnies the size of a small horse, and several items that were unidentifiable. Gross! I wouldn’t want anyone to see that!
It reminded me how we tend to make everything appear neat and tidy on the surface of our own lives.
What does it look like under the surface though…when we peel back the layers of our own heart?
We can hide our ugly from others, but Jesus knows all. He knows all the secret places that need major cleaning.
He wants to take our ugly and make it new. Take our dirty and wash it clean.
If the door of our heart opened up what would tumble out? What would come crashing down? We don’t want others to see the ugly, but God sees EVERYTHING, shouldn’t THAT be all we care about?
I want God to look at my heart and say that it is lovely. I want it to be a place worthy of His presence. I want Him to own ALL of it, not just a few tidy rooms.
Every dusty corner and dark hidden place can be made new.
He will create in us a beautiful new home that is spotless.
Create in ME a clean heart, Oh God; and renew a right spirit within me. Psalms 51:10