God is moving in my life right now.  Change is happening, I can feel it.

And I don’t like it.

When God is moving in your life it can feel uncomfortable, unnerving, disorientating, raw.  It’s hard to know which way to go, so I’m learning to wait, to be still, and to trust.

When you remodel a house, you must first demolish what is there — you must destroy things, discard things, make things dusty and dirty while you prepare for the new. All of the conformable things you depended on must be removed, at least for a time. All of the pretty things must be put it boxes and protected until the process is over.

Someone walking into the space during the process might see nothing more than chaos and  destruction.  They might take no more than two steps inside the door and turn around and leave, seeing nothing but ugly.

But you know the final plan.  You know what the space will look like after it is rebuilt and made new again. You can see the beauty over the mess.

So it is when God is moving in our lives.  He is rearranging things that are in the wrong place on our priority list, He is getting rid of things that are taking up space and don’t bring Him glory, He is making room for Him. We may only see the mess, but God has the blueprint.  He knows what the final product will be.

And so it is now with me.  God is shifting things around in my heart. It’s uncomfortable and messy, and I have found it easy to fall back into old patterns of numbing—with food, with drink, with shopping, with screen time.  But I reminded myself that none of those things has ever brought me peace, not one single time.  I reminded myself that I am different now, I know better ways of being.  I reminded myself that the discomfort is temporary. I reminded myself to trust God, the master architect of my life.

And if I trust Him completely and give Him full authority over my life, the end product will be more beautiful than anything I could have imagined.

I trust that this is true.