Well, it's more than a little odd to be sitting here typing since it's been about a billion years (in blog years, of course) since a new post has gone up. The truth is, after quite a run with hospitals, etc., I just didn't have much to say. I was committed to saying exactly that.
A long time ago I heard a guy say that if I concerned myself with having something to say, God would provide the opportunities to say it. I have lived by that credo ever since.
So I'm back because I think I have found my blog-voice, so to speak. And the word of the day is transformation.
Chipper Gaines loves #DemoDay. He loves it so much he even prints shirts about them that you can buy at Magnolia Market.
If you're not a Fixer Upper fan, sorry. Because of our Waco connection and one of their first houses being two doors down from us when we lived there, we're fans.
The thing about #DemoDay that no one glorifies is the pain involved. There is so much to be destroyed, taken down, beaten out, rolled up, carted off, hauled out, and trashed. Sinks. Floors. Sheetrock. Wood. Cabinets. Appliances. Some come out pretty easy and some take more than a little bit of elbow grease. There is blood. There is sweat in buckets. And there is loss. That's what #DemoDay is. Removal of the old to make room for the new.
You see what I did there, don't you?
The most painful part of transformation is the #DemoDay part. There are times when, in order to build something into us, God has to take something out of us. There is blood (His...since we don't have to resist to the point of shedding ours according to Hebrews 12). There is sweat - most often ours as we worry about and work toward the cleansing. And there is loss.
If you're in the position where it's mostly Sledge Hammers instead of finish work, I want to encourage you that God has "far, far greater things ahead than anything we leave behind" (C.S. Lewis).