Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.
We have always known our house isn't the most well constructed home. The walls aren't square, the drywall wasn't finished very smoothly, water leaks under the back door when there is a hard rain, the studs aren't the standard 16" apart, we have only 2 phone jacks in the entire house, everything that was used to build it was the lowest grade. Our basement trickles water in from time to time, the floors are drafty in the winter and the roof wasn't even shingled properly.
I love our house and by no means, mean to sound ungrateful. The fact still stands that pretty much every corner the contractor could cut they did, and every dollar they could save they did. We have made many upgrades and like the improvements we've worked on over the past 3 years. All cosmetic, things like changing light fixtures, hardware, counter tops, installing storm doors, sealing our driveway and staining our deck. Anyone who knows what it looked like before, agrees what a difference it's made. Now with the fresh paint, trim and flooring it looks better than ever.
One thing is for sure though, despite all our work and improvements, the foundational issues still remain. The structural errors haven't gone away. The poor insulation and weak walls are obvious to anyone inside our house on a windy day. Yesterday we had winds of 50 to 70 mph, this house popped and creaked and shook. I had faith it would stand because of past storms, but it sounded horrible. Most of our house is vinyl sided and the vinyl whips and slaps against the house.
The kids and I were in the basement waiting for a tornado watch to end and I thought about the passage of scripture at the top. Where is my house built? Down deep, where are my faith and trust truly grounded? Am I, as anchored into the Rock as I appear? When the storms come and the winds beat me down, will I stand? Is my house custom built, on a personal relationship with God. Or is it a cookie cutter house, thrown together with little thought to detail, the tiny details God cares about? Is my relationship with the Father individual and all our own, or am I trying to be like someone else?
No one else can fill my need for God for me, all I have to do is ask...He's been waiting and watching all along.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.