THE MESSY PROCESS OF RESTORATION

𝘉𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯

It has been two weeks, and the sneezing still hasn’t stopped. I blame the ongoing construction in our office—napakalikabok, napakaingay, at puno ng hazards. The routines are disrupted. The setup is inconvenient, uncomfortable, and unwanted.

But honestly, this renovation is necessary. The old structure could no longer carry the weight of what was being asked of it. It no longer had the space to serve the people who depended on it.

And in life, ganun din naman pala.

Repair is rarely quiet. Restoration is almost never neat. When God creates a new version of us, He doesn’t just repaint the walls—He tears some of them down. And that process hurts. It is uncomfortable. Old walls fall, dust rises, and suddenly the security we once trusted is gone. Biglang wala na yung proteksyon na nakasanayan natin. We feel exposed, unsettled, unsure.

In the middle of restoration, we are often placed in a transitional space—a waiting place we didn’t choose. A place that feels temporary but lasts longer than we hoped. It’s awkward. It’s unfamiliar. It’s tiring. Just like the desert for the Israelites after Egypt: they were already free, but not yet home. No longer slaves but not yet settled. The in-between was painful—and necessary.

So, if your life feels noisy, if the dust seems to be everywhere, if nothing feels quite right and you find yourself asking, “Bakit andito ako?”—maybe you’re not lost.

Maybe you’re being rebuilt.

Because restoration is never comfortable.
But it is always purposeful.

And the mess?
It’s not the end.

It’s preparation.

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