Restoration & Redemption

My heart is a house.
People have smoked in it until the wallpaper starts to peel.
Dogs have relieved themselves on its carpet.
It's been broken into,
stolen from,
abandoned,
and set on fire
until it hardly resembles a house at all.
It's been rented, but never bought,
and now it's been foreclosed on.
It's been rampaged,
pictures from childhood torn down the middle
and dolls torn apart.
Then one day, a buyer comes along.
He looks at the house and says "I'll take it"
the relator opens his mouth, but no words come out.
You see, this buyer? He's the King.
And my heart is just a run-down shack in the middle of nowhere.
"But-but sir! It's not liveable! I mean, the place can hardly stand! It's support is weak and it could fall in on itself with just one gust of wind!"
The King repeats his earlier words "I said, I'll take it."
The salesman names the price.
The King scoffs. "That's much too low."
He offers 4 times the price.
The relator once again just open and closes his mouth,
closely resembling a fish.
He gulps, then nods. This time knowing not to question the King's decision.
The King smiles.
Instead of peeling wallpaper and broken glass, He sees the house the way the architect intended it to be.
In place of the dim light bulbs and creaking stairs, He sees chandeliers and spiral staircases.
You see - He loves that house.
Restoration is a process, and sometimes it hurts.
It's not an easy or painless process - there will be hardships and set backs.
But the King wants to restore your heart - He wants to make it how the architect intended it to be.
He finds beauty in our brokenness.

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