We have lived here in the church’s parsonage for over two years now with no real housing issues. We love it here–the house, the location, the church. However, during our very rainy winter, our basement began to flood occasionally during a hard rain, so we knew that something had to be done or Michael and I would be spending many evenings in the basement with the shop-vac, plus many of our belongings would be ruined. Some men from our church came and did some temporary repairs, but realized that we had a real problem that stemmed all the way down to the foundation of our house.
So, at the beginning of this week, a local contractor and his son began digging away until they reached the foundation of the house to begin repairing and resealing the footings to keep the rain from coming into our basement. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect this.
It’s such a huge undertaking! Calli has enjoyed watching the backhoe and seeing the large mounds of dirt, roots, and concrete in our front yard. Even John David seems to be enjoying the dirt!
I am reminded that this is what God has to do with me sometimes. Over time my heart needs repair so that the enemy cannot come in and bombard me with his darts. God has to strip away all of the old seals that I have used to cover up the weak areas and the sin in my life, and then seals it with His gracefulness, His righteousness, His forgiveness. He then restores me and makes me whole, but the process is often messy. I am so glad He is patient and long-suffering with me. Lord, make me usable for Your purposes all the way down to the footings!
