Digging Deep

Today I passed by our house on my way in to work. There was a single worker there this morning. I had no clue what he was working on. It crossed my mind that he wouldn’t be able to achieve much on his own for a renovation that’s scheduled to be completed in a month’s time. I did, however, notice the workers finally put stairs leading down to the basement the previous day. Finally, I could go down to see if they’d begun to fix’er up. It’s a bit creepy walking down there. Unlike the rest of the house, it’s dark and dingy, with little work completed on it and a few flies buzzing loudly and flittering around. It’s an old basement, over 100 years old in fact. The foundation, cracked and fractured, has been there for a long, long time. When we’d purchased the property, the previous owner had told us that he thought it would be easier to sell than renovate it on his own. We will now be digging down the basement, trying to heighten the ceiling as much as possible without having to underpin.

Again, on my way home from work, I decided to stop by to see today’s progress with my boss. The entire basement floor was stripped, the concrete pulled up and the dirt beneath exposed. Just like that. 100 years of support, gone in an instant.

It made me dig a little deeper myself – into my thoughts, that is. One second things are one way, the next, another. Seeing that one worker there this morning, I never assumed much would get done today. How unexpected. How quickly things change.

I’ll be transparent with you guys. Today I also went to my first counselling session in a long time. The truth is, I never “believed” in counselling. I’ve been to a few sessions here and there, with little luck and much discouragement. But I’ve been dealing with some stuff. And, in all honesty, I have the habit of pushing things down and covering them up and never having to deal with them. Some of it’s been left undealt with for years. I haven’t had to address the mess and grime that lays underneath the surface. Like the previous owner of my house, it seems easier to pick up and move on from something that’s overwhelming. It’s daunting, having to face something that needs a good reno, but having no experience on how to repair things or even a clue how or where to start. So instead of fixing myself, I’ve been on the run. But, unlike my home, someone else isn’t going to come along and fix me. And time doesn’t heal unless you’ve confronted the past you’re running from.

Things are about to change drastically. Today I decided that it was time that I be stripped, my disintegrating base yanked up, and my mess in its entirety exposed. Just like that.

We all have skeletons in our closets. Some of them are emotional, some physical, some psychological. From experience, I’ll go ahead and say sometimes it seems that it’s easier to leave a foundation fragmented than to fix the entire structure. I mean, common. Fixing it? It’s time consuming. It’s exhausting. It’s costly. It’s dark, and it’s messy and all the while annoying. But it’s progress. Sometimes we need to be ripped apart to be built up again.

The Bible talks about the importance of strong foundations:

“He is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house and could not shake it, because it had been well built” Luke 6:48.

It is critical for us to ensure that our foundations are strong, built on rock rather than degrading sand. This way, when trials or hardships come our way, we are equipped to endure them and can stand strong in times of adversity. Whether it’s our relationships, our emotional wellbeing or our character, we must be the best versions of ourselves and we must make the effort and put in the work in order to become just that.

I know, after all is said and done, the basement will be dug up, a new, stronger foundation will be poured and the structural integrity of our home will be enhanced. Likewise, I know after I dig deep within myself to rip away the hardness that coats my surface, I will also be able to begin to build a stronger, better me, and I will be all the better for it.

It doesn’t matter what my issues are. It doesn’t matter what yours are. What matters is that we take the necessary steps to support the weight of the load that is life. What are you going to do about your baggage? I’d suggest you join me in doing whatever it takes to get rid of it. It’s worth your investment, both financially and emotionally, and you are never alone. God is always with you. He is the cement that will help put you back together, that will strengthen you and that will cover all the dirt underneath with love and forgiveness. And I’m here for you. Want to shoot me a message? Feel free to go to our “contacts” page and leave us a note! We’re just an email away.

 

 

 

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