Rebuilding the broken

I am reading through Nehemiah. It starts with Nehemiah learning that Jerusalem is broken. It shattered any memories he had of the wholeness he may have seen the last time he was there. He trusted God to make a way for him to help in some way. He happened to be a cupbearer to the king, a trusted official who drinks before the king so the king can know if someone poisoned his drink. Nehemiah knew Jerusalem layed broken because of the sin of his people. He wanted to repair it so that God is glorified.

My body is broken as a result of my sin. My greed of wanting what I want and taking more than I need. My idolatry of wanting to live a life where I can do x and x and be my own. I could go one and will in other posts, but for now, do I dare ask for permission to rebuild? Do I ask for provisions to do the work? Letters of protection as I travel through lands where I am despied?

Yes, I am despied by the sin in me that want to be fed, that wants control, that wants to be.

Lord, I ask. I ask for permission and provisions to do the work. For protection from my journey.