I picture a house built on a base of unsecured wooden stilts. It is likely to fall over in the next strong wind…In fact, it probably won’t even take that…it sways back and forth as we speak.
This is what it looks like to build your house of dreams, hopes and aspirations on uncertain things as I have been doing. It is a fragile construct that takes little more than one of life’s hiccups to knock it to the ground.
Yet we have a loving Father who calls himself our rock. He begs us to build on him, rather then on the shifting sands an shallow structures of our unopened hopes. But to give Him our desires in such a way is scary, like giving a treasured book to a friend.
“Will he take care of them? or break the binding? Take it to the beach and get sand in the pages? or treasure it as we have?” we wonder. And does he truly want what’s best for US? We are sure He will be able to bring Himself glory, but will WE be happy?
To me faith is not like building on a rock (although it may be prove rock firm in the end). Rather it is like kicking away the flimsy stilts beneath our house of dreams and watching it held up by invisible stilts instead. Sounds silly, I know. Who would believe that if they didn’t SEE it?
And that is just what faith asks of us: to believe without vision when the world calls us ridiculous.
It is a perpetual action, to again and again rest our lives and our hopes in His hands and outside of our control and worry. So once again I must turn over my worry and fear to the One-Who-Made-the-Universe and have faith that my house will stand.
