It was about six years ago when they (to this day I am still not sure who 'they' are!) began construction on the hotel. In my opinion, it was a bad choice. I did not think we needed another hotel on this side of town. We already had three others all within an eighth of a mile radius. Seeing the spot was right off the exit of the highway, it would have been better if they chose to build a gas station there. Not only would they have received our business, but any guests who decided to come a long distance to visit our family would no longer have to get lost trying to find the nearest gas station ten minutes away! Route 68 is extremely busy, especially during rush hour. That location would be a gold mine!
For the first year of construction, every time we drove by we would examine the work and see how far along they were in their progress. The land was clear, a driveway was built up, then month after month the building began to take shape. It was a slow process, but after a couple of years it all suddenly stopped.
The building still sits there today, looking lonely and forgotten. The grass has grown up around it, and who knows what kinds of creatures are living inside. The bottom is completely open to anybody who may wish to find a roof over their head. To top it off, a few weeks ago some strange letters appeared in the windows on the top floor. At first I thought it said, "CRAZEWATCH," but someone suggested it said "GRAVEWATCH", which makes more sense to me. If the letter that looks like a Z was turned, it could be a weird looking V.
Now every time I look at this hotel-wanna-be, I shake my head. It is an eyesore, and a shameful waste of money. Yet, it gets me to thinking, how many projects have I begun with good intentions, only to stop halfway through because I lost interest, or just did not have the money to put into it? Maybe I was all excited at first, with big plans of what was to come by the end of the project, but something fizzled out during the construction process and now the idea sits in the back of my closet, forgotten and alone.
Do we begin trusting the Lord for something, or start a ministry, etc, with gusto and excitement, only to walk away halfway to our goal, giving up hope that we will ever see results? Do we focus on the externals around us and not on the promise that God will see us through even the toughest times?
I am so glad God does not give up on us. I love the song, "He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be..." It may be a children's song, but the truth hits hard. The older I get, the more I realize how much He needs to keep working on me, to make me more like Him. I do not want to be an eyesore. I do not want to become a 'gravewatch.' I do not want to become like that shabby, half finished hotel. I want Him to complete the work that He has started so I can become a beautiful sight in the image of God.