Surface speaks on surface level. Like a beautiful house, its surface is appealing. Paint is fresh, yard is clean, windows are inviting. Open the door and the walls may speak of a different story.
The walls will have pictures of memories hanging from them and cracks from the settlement of the foundation; evidence of the weight the house has put on the sturdy groundwork. It may show marks from the moving in and moving out and a water spot suggesting a leak behind the layer of sheetrock.
We may open it further to investigate this possible leak and we may find a pipe has burst. The pressure became too much and exploded, creating a spot to show the bruising and clear signs of deterioration.
But the outside can only hold out the secrets behind the walls to those passing by. This home knows, there are walls that tell stories and many of those stories are beginning to make their way to the surface. The deterioration is beginning to poison the air with mold spores, traveling to other rooms in this house and attaching themselves to those walls as well. This contaminated environment is asking to be attended to, to be repaired, to be saved-And the only way to repair and save it, is to gut it, to air it out, to heal it, to rebuild again.
Once rebuilt, these walls will continue to tell stories, but not to cover up what is underneath, but to expose the necessity of opening the door, revealing its bones, standing wide open, and creating itself again. This time, surface speaks on surface level, but the inside is where all the magic happens.