Freedom Found in Crumbled Bricks

I feel a huge weight on my shoulders. Almost as if a ton of bricks has been plopped down from a dump truck, meeting the bones of my shoulders, not fitting properly at all.

“I am not strong enough for this…” I begin to think.  I am not strong enough to carry this weight.

Maybe because I am not meant to. But where can I put these bricks? How can I give them away?

How can I give away the sinful bricks of selfishness, conceitedness, pride… the things I have struggled with all my life, but feel as if I have to deal with them here, right now?

“Give them to the Builder.” I heard a Whisper in my ear.

The Builder? Where is He?

He is everywhere. Right here, with me now, wanting me to dump these heavy bricks into His arms.

But I can’t.

It feels impossible to move. Impossible to dump this heavy, red concrete right into His loving, strong arms that are reaching out for me.

I want so badly to throw them right in His arms, but I can’t.

Why do my feet feel super-glued to the shaking floor? Why will I not budge?

Why do I feel the need to carry these heavy bricks… these bricks of sin.

I feel small, 2 feet tall.

I feel like I am tiptoeing through this maze of life—carrying these bricks on my shoulders, never getting rest, never taking a break.

 


 

O God, why do I feel like this? I cry out in agony.

 

And then it hits me.

 

Buckets and buckets of sopping wet grace.  Falling from the bright blue sky. And I feel free.

 

Soon, the bricks I am carrying fall straight to the ground. They crumble right before my eyes.

 

And then I see the Builder coming toward me… pushing a wheelbarrow.

 

Before I know it, he begins scooping up the crumbled sin at my feet. He takes my broken, sinful parts of my soul and carries them for me.

 

You see, I deserve to carry those rotten, heavy bricks, but because of the Builder, the Cornerstone, my Precious JESUS….

 

I don’t have to anymore.

He takes the crumbled pieces of my heavy, weighty sin and makes something beautiful…

A masterpiece.

He makes a masterpiece out of me. He continues to make a masterpiece out of me day in and day out.

He is my Builder.

I am His masterpiece.

Hallelujiah, I am free indeed.


 

Isaiah 43:1:

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;

I have called you by name,

You are mine.”

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4 thoughts on “Freedom Found in Crumbled Bricks

  1. Loved this blog if we all would just learn to give it all to God. Thank you for your message. I am so very proud of you! ♥️♥️♥️

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    1. oh thank you so much! this is so sweet of you!

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  2. Beautifully expressed!! Yes indeed it is by God’s grace, love, and mercy He has all the power. He holds everything in His hands including us and our burdens. He carries us through the storms. Thank you so much for posting I needed to hear this at this moment! God bless you always!

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    1. Thank you so much, I really appreciate your kind words!

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