There I lay naked and exposed…hurt and broken from my glass house. My screams…my screams brought down my beautiful glass house. I couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t act like I had it altogether. Or that I had the strength to help myself. You see my house was built by me. Each pane of glass represented the lies, pride, doubt, fear, insecurity, and vanity I carried for far too long…
As I lay crouched over, I can feel shards of glass inside my skin. It hurts, but for some reason I don’t rush to pull them out. This pain is necessary. There’s no getting around it. It’s better to lay here and bear it than to try and fight or avoid it. Instead, I roll over in a fetal position where pieces of glass completely cover my right side.
Flashbacks flood my mind, as I remember all the years I spent neatly constructing my glass house. It was built giving one person after the other a yes, that should have been a no. On spending money on things with a returning value of zero, and investing waste-less time on people and their thoughts.
I once read that God will not reveal more truth to you than you’re capable of receiving. Laying here forces me to confront that reality…the reality that my screams represented a signal to the Most High that I couldn’t take my life the way it was anymore. Those screams were acknowledgement that I was brought with a price, and my life was truly not my own…
Turning over on my right side…pieces of glass emerge deeper into my flesh. I begin to whimper and breath deeply because despite the pain I feel hope. I’m not alone…He’s here…Jesus is here, and somehow He’s gonna help me get through this.
So there I lay…wounded from my glass house that came crashing down. No more pretending, no more lies, no more darkness…only light and truth. And together they’re healing my inner most parts. My loss of blood is nothing compared to His blood that paid a ransom for all.
My wounds will become battle scars reminding me of the war that was won. Reminding me that I am free from only seeing myself in the natural…because the fall of my glass house signifies the rise of the Holy Spirit within me. It will now make known to me hidden truths for together we are One.
…And to think I almost built a brick house, but I wasn’t ready. Didn’t want to build off the existing foundation because I was too busy trying to lay the foundation.
Stripped 