As hurricane Matthew gets ready to pound down on the East coast of Florida, I’m thinking about all the storms I’ve weathered in my life. Not literal storms, although I have survived several major hurricanes and tornadoes. Today I’m thinking about the stormy periods in my life. Those unexpected whirlwinds that seem to come out of nowhere and knock you off your feet. I’ve survived more than my fair share of those too. Survived. That’s the key word here. How did I do it? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.How did I go through all the storms I have endured without any serious damage. I’m like a house built on the shoreline that has been repeatedly bombarded with gale force winds, hail, storm surges and flying debris. Many other houses who have been through the same storms as I have completely collapsed. They’ve been reduced to rubble while I still stand. I’m missing a few shingles here and there, have some holes in my walls and some pieces of my frame have broken. But I am still intact. Why is that?
I can only attribute it to the hand of God. A miracle. I am a living, walking, breathing miracle. Why, I don’t know. He must have some pretty big plans for me. Or maybe not. Time will tell. Now I’m not saying God waved a magic wand and everything was fine. It’s been hard. I’ve done decades of hard work, and I’m not done yet. But the fact that I’m still standing, still me with just a little chipped paint, is the miracle. When I really stop to think about it I’m literally in awe. Not of myself. Of him.
As I was writing the house analogy I was reminded of the following passage:
“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.” – Matthew 7:24-27
I love how God speaks to us through his word– how he plants those little nuggets of wisdom right when we need it most. It gives me the chills. Every time.
If we’re using the house analogy along with that scripture passage, then it’s clear to see why I’m still standing. My house is built on the solid rock of Jesus. A firm foundation. I’ve always known where my help comes from. I knew who was the glue that could hold me together. I knew how to use the tools that he teaches in his word. I haven’t always called on God, though. I even spent many years being angry with him. But because my house was built on him, even when I forgot, he remembered. Look, I’m not saying that everyone who crumbles in the storms of life did something wrong or doesn’t know Jesus. I don’t know why he spares some and not others. What I’m saying is for me, in my case, I’m certain that my firm foundation in Christ is what held me together. I simply cannot imagine going through all I’ve gone through without him. How horrible that would have been.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken. – Psalm 62:2