A Story of Opposites

I have cleaned my first house for the last time. In truth, it isn't even MY house anymore and hasn't been for three weeks! The kids are at the new house, and I've been walking through, remembering the last 12 years. You've probably heard the phrase "if these walls could talk". So I began to ponder what story THESE walls would tell... My conclusion is that they would tell a story of opposites that goes something like this:

"We've seen lots of laughter and plenty of tears.
There's been joy and sorrow and pleasure and fears.
The family has grown through friendship and fights,
through ups and downs and when money is tight.
There's been sin, but lots more grace
as my occupants sought their Savior's face."

For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good. So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing.
Romans 7:15-19
 
But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ--by grace you have been saved-- and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
Ephesians 2:4-10