Shoveling the Junk Out of My Heart
Some people have their more introspective thoughts while in the shower. I seem to have some of my more reflective moments when I am snow-blowing the driveway. As happened today.
Just when I finished cleaning off the entire driveway I saw the snow plow truck rounding the corner into our cul-de-sac. Perfect I thought, and I planned on shoveling the end of the driveway as soon as the plow drove by. I waited and as I expected, a wall of snow was planted right at the end of the driveway. I huffed and puffed and moved all the heavy, ice chunky snow away. Then I turned to go into the house satisfied with my hard work and the serendipity of the snow plows arrival coinciding with my shoveling.
However what happened next caught me by surprise. The snow plow truck turned around and made a couple more passes around the cul-de-sac, this time depositing twice the amount of snow at the end of my driveway than before. I couldn't believe it. It felt like all my initial hard work was wasted. As I shoveled away the new snow I shook off my displeasure and that's when my reflective moment happened.
Jesus has broken into my life a few times in the form of a big snow plow truck. Not knowing at the time, all the junk that was plowed up was for my good because Jesus had work for me to do in my heart. There was ugly, black snow on my heart that needed to be shoveled away. Like cleaning off the end of the driveway, I had to do some heavy lifting in order to remove the ice blocks. When I finished I was tired, of course, but I was also deeply satisfied at my accomplishment and with the condition of my heart. That's when Jesus comes plowing down the cul-de-sac again with more snow to be removed.
What I've learned is that Jesus isn't satisfied with me just getting a little cleaned up. He wants me to be fully completely healed, restored, set free, and cleansed from the junked up sin in my heart. He is constantly working for my good and for my total restoration as his child. This wholeness won't be fully accomplished this side of heaven, but I shouldn't get frustrated when I find out there is more work to be done.
It is God's grace that he doesn't allow me to be complacent or content with where I am. Rather, he encourages me to celebrate where I've come from, without taking my eye off where I want to be. Or as my pastor Jon Hohm said once, "I'm not where I want to be, but I'm no where near where I used to be."