He tells us that a wise woman builds her home while a foolish one tears it down. And we smile and nod as we sweep our front porch and think of the ones we've known who have been folly's handmaid. We glance around at our tidy yards and manicured bushes and maybe pluck a weed or two  thinking that this shows our humble piety and willingness to admit our own sin.

Only we're not standing on our front porches being neighborly, we're actually guarding the door hoping no one will want to come in any further. And if they do darken our doorway we have our fancy parlor with plastic furniture covers all pristine and ready for guests.

We don't want to walk them down the hall past the snapshots of every hurt and injustice framed by bitterness that we've hung. And if they do make it to the living room they are sure to notice the major incident that defines who we are and everything we do hanging in it's place of honor above the fireplace. On the mantle sits the vase of dried up day dreams sitting in the stagnant and murky waters of "I wishes" and "if onlys".

Other vases full of our expectations for everyone, even God, teeter on the edge of window sills, just waiting to be knocked to the ground and shattered.

Tiny bumps of our family's rebellion mar the smooth surface of the area rug they've been swept under, causing us to continue to stumble.

Sarcasm dents the walls leading into the kitchen.

Our dishes are chipped and cracked with discontentment as we pile them up in the sink barely scrapped clean. Crumbs of presumption scatter across the counter.

Through the crack of the laundry room door we see the piles of neglect as we ignore our duties and responsibilities. The utility closet bulges and is barely able to remain shut against the unforgiveness and disappointments that we've tucked inside.

There are many ways a foolish woman can tear her house down without it looking like she is.

But Lady Wisdom can throw the windows open and blow through that house. The Spirit of Truth can shine in dispelling the darkness.  We can take down the mementos of the past that shade the present and toss them into the fire place along with the "I wishes" and "if only's".

We can empty those other vases of our expectations for the people in our lives, and more importantly the ones we have for God, and allow Him to push them to a place of security and fill them with the beautiful bouquet of His good and perfect will watered by His sufficiency.

We can stop hiding our sin and take the area rug away and wax and polish a deep shine into the hardwood flooring of obedience. The sarcasm of our speech can be sanded smooth and the vivid shade of a word fitly spoken can color our walls.

Learning the art of contentment despite our situation and circumstances makes for unmarred serving ware. Gratitude can dispose of  the taken for granted crumbs.

We can learn to be keepers of our homes, and joyful ones at that, when we see the provision God has graciously bestowed upon us. We can let go and get rid of all the junk we've been carrying around from house to house and relationship to relationship.

There is a way we can build our home that shows beauty. One that glorifies and is hospitable. And it doesn't mean that we'll never have to clean again. It does mean that the great Creator is also pretty interested in our home decorating though.


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  1. Very Good baby..:) Very Good
    Daddy

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  2. This is gold Marty. Going on my fridge... or in my Bible at Pro. 14. thank you.
    ~sg

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    1. Your welcome although I can thank you for much of what I've learned over the last several years about "decorating", my friend.

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  3. Had to chuckle at sg's comment, as I was thinking rubies. Burmese Rubies. Well done!

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