I walked by this building the other day and saw I had a lot in common with it. See, there's this fantasization that a Princess dwells there. It's shrouded in a bit of mystery. But then you walk up and notice the broken windows, the moss overgrowth, the blackened garage doors.
It probably also has mold growing inside. A mess! But that's what I am. I was created to be a Temple, a Castle, for a King. But marred by original sin and fallen in my own sinfulness, I became like that house. But unlike the house, God came to fix me.