In the shadows of what I had become and cried out aloud to the Lord:
"Lord, the house of my soul is narrow; widen it so that You may come in. It is in ruins; restore it. I acknowledge it contains much that offends Your holy eyes. But who can cleanse it? To whom else can I cry aloud but You, my God? Lord, purge my sins, even those hidden to me."1
Suddenly, the Holy Spirit came unto me like the soft light of the morning aurora. Like the mist hovers over dark waters, so He moved through the labyrinths of my heart. He did not just shine on me; He stamped His own nature into my very foundation. He reconstructed my ruins from the inside out, slowly, gently, turning the shadows of my existence into a garment of light. And whilst He moved, the abandoned house was no more. I, ashes once, was a new creation, refashioned and filled by the One who makes all things new.
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