A Messy Heart

The youngest and his cousin climb high on the wiggly ladder and change light bulbs. I wipe away dust for the hundredth time. We vacuum and mop gritty floors where the worker’s feet have walked. A two week project to transform the shop is coming to a close and I put things in their final place for tomorrow’s business day.

White chalk letters on the black sign gently warn customers…

Transformation in messy. Please excuse ours.

Turns out even small transformations are messy. Because sometimes fixing an area opens up a can of rotten mess and pretty soon a layer of debri and dust covers like a light blanket.


When you think about it Advent stirs up all kinds of dust.

Nothing about giving birth in a stable among the animals with a feed trough for a bed was clean. The place Jesus first opened his eyes and cried his first tears was caked in the dust of feed and fur.

My heart is no different.

Transform. It means to change in character or condition. And nothing changes without the stirring of a mess. There are heart places full of rotten mess I’ve ignored far too long. Places I’ve covered with a fresh coat of paint to hide fear. It will take longer than the season of Advent to get this heart completely ready for the King.

Maybe that’s the beauty of Advent. Jesus coming in the messiest of places. Truth is transformation never happens without Him. No rotten mess cleaned up, no pain or fear condition healed. I could work all day to clean this heart up, but without Him my character would never be transformed.

This is the Good News! Jesus knocks on the door of my messed up, dusty, never good enough heart and whispers, Don’t worry about the mess. Just let me in. Together transformation is possible. In me, all things are possible.

And Mary said to the angel, “How will this be, since I am a virgin?” And the angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy—the Son of God. And behold, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son, and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.””
‭‭Luke‬ ‭1:34-37‬ ‭ESV‬

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