by Debbie Wilson @DebbieWWilson
Years ago, the little booklet “My Heart, Christ’s Home” challenged me to move from viewing Christ as a guest in my heart to giving Him full ownership and control of my life. One morning I woke up with that analogy on my mind.
I thought about my literal house as a picture of my soul. I imagined how my priorities might clash with His if He came to help me bring order to my home.
Here is my imagined interaction with Christ:
“Let’s attack the front porch. Everyone sees it,” I said. “We can power wash and freshen the paint for instant impact.”
Christ shook His head and looked in the direction of my desk.
“No one sees my desk,” I pushed back.
“But you spend a lot of time there,” He said. “Your life will flow better if you cleaned out the distractions and organized your priorities.”
“My desk overpowers me,” I whined. “I don’t know how to bring order to it.”
“Will you let me help you?” His warm eyes sparkled.
I wanted order. He’d offered to help. “Yes,” I nodded.
We dove in together. He held up papers and asked what I planned to do with the thoughts listed. We laughed and compiled heaps to be filed and tossed. The tedious task flew by as we worked together. He helped me separate the useful from the useless.
The work from my desk flowed the following weeks with ease. Jesus was right. Even though no one saw my desk, they sampled the work that came from it.
“Now are we ready to tackle the porch?” I asked one morning.
“I’d like to see your pantry.”
“My pantry? No one sees the pantry. The porch is front and center.” When I saw He wasn’t budging I asked, “Could we at least talk about new window treatments for the family room?”
Jesus smiled and said, “I thought you wanted more energy. Let’s look at what you’re eating.”
Inwardly I groaned but accompanied Him to the space. He zeroed in on a shelf of brownie and cake mixes.
“For company,” I stammered. “Look at these.” I pointed to a box of vitamins.
He held up a bottle. “Expiration date: 2002.”
“Uh, did you see my cookbooks?” I whispered.
He thumbed through one, and I noticed that only the dessert section showed use…
As I imagined this exchange, I realized my priorities were in areas other people would see and appreciate. I wanted my efforts to show. But my Lord wants better. He wants me to prosper. He addresses my weak spots, not to shame me but to free me, so I will soar.
Why would I settle for a spiffy renovation when I can experience lasting transformation?
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith” (Heb. 12:1-2 NLT).
About the author: Debbie W. Wilson is an ordinary woman who has experienced an extraordinary God. Drawing from her personal walk with Christ, twenty-four years as a Christian counselor, and decades as a Bible teacher, Debbie speaks, writes, and coaches to help women discover relevant faith. She is the author of Little Women, Big God and Give Yourself a Break. She and her husband, Larry, founded Lighthouse Ministries in 1991. Share her journey to refreshing faith at her blog. debbieWwilson.com
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