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…
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.
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name,
You are mine.”