On a typically rainy, grey, and dreary March day, I walked out of the marital abode for the last time.
I enlisted my friend to help clear out and store the final few items. I wasn’t expected to turn over my key until later that day, so I was surprised to see the construction team there starting renovations for the new owners.
Walking past the dining room and seeing the wallpaper that I so loved in a heap on the floor, and later past the master bedroom seeing the giant bathtub that had been ripped from the bathroom sitting in the middle of the floor in the master bedroom made me catch my breath.
Throughout the process of selling and moving out, I had been quite unsentimental about it all. And while my feelings for the house at that point could best be described as “it’s complicated”, with lots of sweet memories from more than a decade of living there of my babies growing up there, throwing big birthday parties and celebrating the holidays, mingled with feelings of despair I often felt during the final years from living in what felt like a gilded cage, I must admit that seeing the house dismantled before my eyes was sobering.
Dismantle means to deprive or strip of apparatus, furniture, equipment, defenses, etc. Synonyms include; undo, break up, break down, pull apart.
Seeing the house dismantled served as closure if ever there was any. It was symbolic of the dismantling of the spiritual house my ex and I had built, so to speak; our union.
The Bible tells us that…our spiritual weapons are energized with divine power to effectively DISMANTLE the defenses behind which people hide.[a] 5 We can demolish every deceptive fantasy [b] that opposes God and breakthrough every arrogant attitude that is raised up in defiance of the true knowledge of God. (2 Corinthians 10:4)
The defenses that my ex-husband hid behind were now pulled down. All of his deceptions demolished, and God broke through his arrogant attitude.
I also had to be dismantled. The woman that I had become during a nearly 20 year emotionally abusive, spiritually crippling marriage had to be unmade. My break down had to happen first, as in Jeremiah 1:10, “to pluck up and to break down, to destroy and to overthrow…”
Rebuilt to become the woman I was always meant to be.
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