Let Him Renovate

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”— Psalm 51:10 (NIV)

I remember when I couldn’t keep quiet.

My guard was up. My mouth became the weapon I sharpened after every wound you gave me. I always had a response. But sometimes the response Jesus wants isn’t retort, it’s silence.

One day I met conviction in the form of clarity as the Lord whispered, “This is My battle, not yours.” In that moment, I realized I wasn’t doing Him or myself any good opening my mouth when He wasn’t holding the mic.

It wasn’t easy to yield. But like working out, the more I surrendered, the stronger the self-control grew. What once felt unnatural slowly became character.

Silence became sacred.

Peace became proof of healing.

We must stop blaming the plumber, the electrician, the people who touched the outside, while ignoring the inside that only Jesus can fix. There are rooms in our soul that no one else can surrender but us. No matter who dented the walls or broke the light switch, it’s still our responsibility to say, ‘Lord, make this holy again.’

Triggers aren’t personality quirks. They’re signals of unattended pain. You keep saying, ‘If only he…’ or ‘If she hadn’t…’ But I’m asking you, what are you going to do that brings you closer to healing?

You don’t get to decide who hurt you. But you do get to decide who heals you.

Shift the lens. Look through the eyes of Jesus. Feel what He wants to restore. See what you’ve protected that He’s ready to purify. And surrender. Not just the wound, but the weapons you picked up along the way.

Reflection: Even holy places need restoration.

Your temple may have cracks, attitudes, habits, and memories. God doesn’t do cosmetic fixes. He tears down walls we’ve built to survive and rebuilds them to make us holy.

Sanctification isn’t perfection, it’s progress. It’s letting Him walk through every room and say, “This needs cleansing. That needs tearing out. I want to dwell here.”

Spiritual Check-In:

• What words do I speak when I feel threatened?

• Who holds the deed to my emotions, Jesus, or my defense mechanism?

• Where have I patched pain instead of letting God rebuild the foundation?

Prayer: The Blueprint Is Yours

Jesus,

I’ve handed You the keys before, but this time, I won’t hold onto the copies.

No more locked doors.

No more closets full of fear.

I surrender the whole house.

Strip the walls where resentment still echoes.

Lift the floorboards where shame has seeped in.

Dismantle every defense I’ve built to protect myself from healing.

Lord, examine the attic of my thoughts.

Sweep the hallways of my words.

Cleanse the basement of my soul where grief hides in shadows.

Renovate what religion only touched on the surface.

Rebuild what trauma tried to destroy.

Let the renovation be loud.

Let the grace be louder.

May my life not be a staged home for Sunday mornings, but a lived-in sanctuary where You dwell. Do what only You can do. Gut me of pride, rebuild me with peace, and inhabit me fully. Not as a guest, but as King.

This house is Yours. Don’t just clean it, consecrate it. Don’t just visit, live here.

Amen.