Let’s talk light switches. I can’t even count how many different switch plates exist in this house. But my faVORite ones are the ones that the previous owner painted over 🤦🏻♀️. I told a friend that every time I start thinking I’m getting somewhere with this house, I walk by a painted over light switch and want to cry. Maybe it’s just time to replace them all so I can move on with my life!
But here’s the thing. God is teaching me so much through this house. During one of my quiet times last week, I literally looked up and saw a switch. It distracted me for a moment and then I thought, “do I grieve over lost people the way I’m grieving over this switch?” In other words, am I more taken aback by selfish daily inconveniences in my life than those around me that don’t know the saving power of Christ in their lives? Do I prioritize self over neighbor in my daily life? Do I waste time fretting over poorly painted baseboards when I could be on my knees pleading for God to open the hearts of friends and family?
The hard answer to these questions is a lot of times... yes. In the near future, this house is going to be a warm, inviting home (with matching light switch plates), but my work between these walls has to be secondary to the calling God has for my life. I have to love my neighbors more than I love myself.
Quiet times aren’t always warm fuzzies. Sometimes the Holy Spirit calls you the carpet on your failings. But for that I’m thankful because now when I walk by these switches I think of all of the kingdom work I have left to do rather than all the earth work.
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