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I’ve always been a dreamer.
And my dreams? They ain’t little.
No, when I was young, I dreamed of being President.
Well, I don’t want that job anymore, but I am dreaming of
another profession with the power to influence: published author.
And ever since I was itty bitty, I’ve been preparing myself
for that. Constructing a world around myself that’s comfortable. That has
everything I need to be a successful writer.
I’ve got the knowledge (though that’s still growing!), in
the form of journalism and English degrees.
I’ve got the tools, like craft books and a computer.
I’ve got a blog, connections with other writers, memberships
in writers’ groups, etc. etc.
But I’ve realized something.
Much as I’ve attempted to build the perfect life for myself,
without God as my foundation, I will sink. Because The Lord Our Rock will
sustain us if we let Him.
Imagine I’m building a real house. I have all the knowledge
to build this house. I’ve got all the tools, like concrete and wood and nails.
I’ve even got some help from others.
But what if I have a few choices for where to build this
house? One place is low in a valley, with no trees surrounding and just
beautiful open land.
The other is at the top of a mountain. It’s narrow and would
mean I’d have a hard time bringing all the tools up there. In fact, I decide
the mountain is too high, too far, and too challenging to get to.
So I build my house in the valley.
And I move there. Unpack all of my boxes and settle in. I’m
happy. And I’ve got the coolest writing nook around.
But then, I start to realize something. My new location
lacks a few things that perhaps the mountain home would have given me, things
like shelter, shade, and safety.
Shelter
I’m out in the open, exposed and vulnerable to attack by who
knows what…ferocious animals like Doubt and Temptation lurk about and charge my
stronghold, which ironically turns out to be quite weak.
At this point, I’m a bit jealous of the mountain dwellers,
because they’ve got a fortress for a location. They’ve got the high ground.
Shade
The hot sun beats down on my cheeks, scorching my pale skin.
That’s what I get for not taking the time to build a house where there are more
trees.
Safety
When storms rage outside my house—the house I so proudly
built for myself—I become a bit worried about how safe we are.
And then, the unthinkable happens. We start to sink.
How is it possible I built my house on quicksand when it had
seemed so firm in the first place? All it took was the rain ravaging it for me
to see just how unstable my home is.
I squint up at the mountain. It’s standing strong. Unaffected
by the storm. 
That song I learned as a kid…it applies to me.
“The wise man built his house upon the rock…”
No, not that part.
The part that follows.
The part about the fool.
“The foolish man built his house upon the sand…”
Yep, that part.
The fool is the one who builds her life based on her own
dreams instead of the ones God has for her.
Your Turn: What other
dangers lurk when we don’t build our lives on The Lord Our Rock?
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