"Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them,
will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand."
Because he loves me, he tore down the biggest wall. I've lived through remodels. Many. Sometimes I protest because I dislike change and making improvements are challenging, and most times I hate admitting corrections must be made. Life is like that.
Layer by layer, the outer flesh peels away until the very heart and soul are exposed, and that's where the repairs are needed most, deep down inside.
The insulation has evidence of damage: water and rodents -- nature's typical offenders. They saturate and soil for years, but the damage is never readily visible. Now it is. He's known it all along. Man-made imperfections won't stop him however. He persists in making me face the renovation.
Probing, prodding, ripping, screeching, tearing -- tiny bits of dust pollute the air in an attempt to make a last stand. Finally, the truth is visible.
When the innards are exposed this way, God's light beams in and radiates. There is hope beyond measure and everything is suddenly anew. When the wall is remade it will be stronger, more pleasing, and will increase the overall value. Mostly though, it will be built with love.