Battered

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I spent a lot of time and energy recently fixing up the front door area on one of our homes to get it ready for market.

As I began the process of restoration, I couldn’t help but think. This is exactly how life left me without Christ: Horribly battered by life’s storms.

But, He did not leave me that way. Once I surrendered to my need for a makeover, He picked up His bucket of spackle and began smoothing over the holes in my life (grace). He then sanded it down (conviction, confession, repentance, restoration, transformation) and applied several coats of paint (faith).

The result is not perfection, He left a few cracks on purpose, to remind me of my past pains so that I can help others who are currently in that battered shape.

Other holes are left because of my own stubbornness, my unwillingness to let His grace stick, to allow the rough patch to be sanded.

However, His continual presence in my life shields me from life’s storms, and I know I will always be under His constant care, He is my caretaker.