Eye sore? In whose eyes?

This is what many call an eye sore in Ferndale.  We have been watching it for 8 years now.  It was an older home and then they moved all of their things into white tents at the back of the house and elevated the house and put the lower floor with new windows in.  Then came the widow walk...or whatever the owners call it...big tower with windows all around?  They added the door on every level that go nowhere that I can see.  They put up siding in a few places and the paper around the rest (which they have replaced many times over.)  They started to paint it but didn't finish.  They added a huge white board which made it possible for the owner to put up large political ads (you can still see the 2X4s in the front of the house).  They added movie theater seats outside (which are now removed.)  They had a podium, big screen TV, and numerous other "treasures" that have come and gone.

Here is the thing.  This house is on main street.  We go past it all the time.  I have NEVER seen anyone working on it.  It just is.  The changes are slow and many times because of the unfinished projects...things have to be done over.

I have been intrigued with this building since we moved out here.  I have even called it an eye sore.  We have nicknamed it the JENGA house after the game.  The other day, when I was driving by, it was as if God opened my eyes. 

You see, before I became a believer, I was an eye sore.  My life was a reflection of darkness and filth.  Then with the changing power of Jesus Christ, I began to change.  My first changes were drastic but then the steady building began.  There were times when character changes were not done right and had to be redone OR that my character in Christ would start to change and then stop before the change was completed.

I was an eye sore.  I may even continue to be an eye sore to some people.  But I know that there are changes within me that Jesus wants to make...He desires to complete my mansion for me.  He wants His temple within me to be a beautiful dwelling for Him.  What we see with our finite minds doesn't always reflect what is inside or out.   I am so thankful that Jesus looks past our outside to change us from the inside out.  It really isn't what we see...it is what He sees in us that counts.

Back to the Jenga house...The outside is a mess but I have no clue what the inside looks like.  I have seen beautiful homes on the outside and in the inside, the people live in a mess. Makes the Jenga house go from eye sore to wonder.   I wonder what the owner and builder has in mind for this home? What will it look like when it is completed?  Will it ever BE completed? 

I wonder what the owner of my soul has in mind for me?  I can hardly wait to see what changes He will do in my life.