“I tell you the truth,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age… and in the age to come, eternal life.
– Mark 10:29-30
My Aunt Mary married a carpenter back in the days of hippies and groovy love. Long before flipping houses was a reason for a good television show, she and her husband, my Uncle Mike, flipped houses under the California sun.
Uncle Mike and Aunt Mary would buy a house that was run-down, live in it while they made it shiny and new, then sell it. They lived out of boxes until there were places to put things. Sawdust settled in corners as walls were torn down and rebuilt. Mary once joked that her children didn’t know what carpet was because they lived on cement while the renovations were being done, then left the day flooring was installed.
Hard work and a nomadic lifestyle were embraced until the house became comfortable, then they would move on.
The longer I live the more I find the seasons of life are like one of Aunt Mary’s houses.
At first, the conditions are unfamiliar. Unsure of where my soul can rest, I keep boxes of emotions and an inventory of experiences while my heart makes space. I try to figure out what to change in order to make the most of the season. Some seasons require a level of character I have never been able to muster previously. Others challenge me to use lessons of the past in new ways. Always, my circumstances offer the chance to grow more toward Christ.
Every new season brings renovations for my own heart, mind, and soul. Then, just when my heart is resting in Christ in some new way, God moves me on.
The sad part of this is that I may never be comfortable in life. I may not get to hunker down and enjoy the blessing of having everything just right. Really, it’s my own fault. I pledged my devotion to help build God’s Kingdom when I became a Christian, and building is messy business.
Each uncomfortable season, though, increases my adoration and awe of God’s goodness and power. When I remember how He flipped my life with His own sacrifice, I know it is worth living uncomfortably and wholly for Him. How could I choose not to follow Him now, when His love has become my salvation?
Eventually, Uncle Mike and Aunt Mary made enough money to buy two houses. One was to flip, and one to live in. The one they live in is on a hill overlooking the California coastline. It has real flooring, walls that are all where they ought to be, and vast windows so the breathtaking view can be appreciated.
A little renovation and discomfort pays off eventually. Jesus promised us it would, and His promises are secure. If I never know complete comfort in this life, I can rest in the knowledge that I have served a good God who rewards those who seek Him. In my mind I can see heaven. It is more stunning than a hillside view of the ocean, more pristine than a catalog home created by designers, and full of love, peace, and joy.
Someday, I will call it my home forever.Leave a Comment