A time to plant, and a time to uproot.

Ecclesiastes 3 says there's a right time for everything: a time for birth and another for death, one to destroy another to construct, one to laugh and one to cry, one to make love and another to abstain, one to embrace and another to part, a right time to shut up and a right time to speak up, a right time to wage war and another to make peace. A time for everything under the sun.

A time to plant, and a time to uproot. That is the one the Holy Spirit is hammering into me these days. Its unpleasant, but progressive. Its unfamiliar, but restorative. Its awkward. I cry a lot. I also lean into Jesus a lot. Nothing else settles my spirit.
This is what my insides look like right now: gutted.

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The other night, Adam described a picture God gave him to help me understand how He is working in me. I'm like a building- God looks at it and says its good, its strong, I like the frame, etc. But the inside needs to be completely gutted. He will bring in the finest contractors, designers, decorators, etc... but first the whole thing must be gutted.
Suckfest. For me.

I see, and sometimes can feel, the light at the end of the tunnel. I KNOW He has good things coming for me. But for whatever reason, this is so clearly a season of fire. Of refinement. Ow.

I used to pray David's psalm- Oh God, search me and know my heart; test me and know my every anxious thought. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. I realize now the power of what I was praying.

Just lead me in the way everlasting.

I wanna be made new again-