A House Made of Straw

What is it all for anyway?  What we have (what we don’t have), the way we look (the way we don’t look), what we choose for our lives (what we don’t choose)?

I ask myself this question because most of us, no matter the stage in life we are in, live in survival mode.

Teens…day to day live in a turmoil of decisions and emotions.  Many times, after making the wrong decisions based on those emotions, they feel worse.  They feel devalued.  Less capable, and then the cycle begins again.  “What is it all for anyway?” they ask.  “What does it actually matter?”  I confess, most times I just pray for them to survive these years.  Just get through them, it will be better “someday.”

Then “someday” happens and maybe you go to college.  College comes with a new, different turmoil.  All of a sudden you are “in charge.”  In someways its better, you can even like eat candy for breakfast if you want to.  But in other ways, its scary.  The finality of life begins to set in and whether its grades, dates, or job applications…you are trying to enjoy this season of life because everyone is always telling you (insert granny voice with a pointed finger) “Now you enjoy these years dearie cause they don’t last forever!”  And then you are like, “Yeah right, I can’t wait to get a job…my own place…”  It has got to get better “someday” right?

It is all normal.  Good even.  It is a wonderful part of becoming.  It is the foundation that I pray about.  Circumstances come and circumstances go.  Mistakes will happen and you will make choices you regret.  You will feel ugly some days, and other days…hmmmmm maybe even beautiful.  Some days you will raise your hands high, as far as you can stretch them and say,  “Thank you God!  This is amazing…”  Other days, you will fall to your knees, and weepingly ask God “Why?  Why would allow such a thing…”

The foundation.

What is your foundation?

What do you actually believe?

At the end of the day, when the waves come crashing in and the winds threaten to blow you over what do you cling to?

These are important questions to ask.  Your life depends on the answers you choose.

I don’t know many things and most days life just leaves me confused, wearied, burdened, looking at myself in the mirror  seeing nothing but “majorly flawed” pasted on my forehead.

But stand firm I will.  Not because I am better than anyone, or because I have eloquent rants about why I believe what I believe, or because I have proof to offer.  But because if I didn’t, the storm would win.  You are too important to let the storm win.  

What is your house made of?

46 “Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say? 47 As for everyone who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice, I will show you what they are like. 48 They are like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. 49 But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete.” Luke 6:46-48


4 thoughts on “A House Made of Straw

  1. Love this post and so timely for me and my husband. God promises us that storms WILL come and go during this life yet HE is our constant. Our foundation. Our hope and out strength. With Him we can weather any storm. I needed this verse/post this morning. Thank you!

    1. Amen! I am so thankful that in your storms you are able to speak such wisdom and strength. THATS what a strong foundation looks like. I love it, thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  2. Wow – what a powerful reminder! Thank you so much for sharing this. Our circumstances may change every time we turn around, for good or for bad. But, He is the same yesterday, today and forever. I am blessed by your sharing 🙂

  3. On Christ the solid rock I stand all other is sinking sand. Thanks for reminding me I need God every day every hour every moment

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