“'Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash.' When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at His teaching, for He taught with real authority—quite unlike their teachers of religious law." Matthew 7:24-29
SANDCASTLES // Tara Mikes
When God shows us a glimmer of where we're going to end up, it becomes so easy to switch our focus on to attaining that vision. We see the model homes of our futures while swaddled in the embrace of His spirit, but once released, we stare into the void of structure in our present. So we start focusing on our works, the actions we must take in order to achieve the glory of God.
In haste, we grab at our shovels and begin scraping out trenches in the stone beneath our feet, into which we will pour our foundations. We build walls out of friends’ advice, tap our water source from the wells of a lover, construct a roof of protection out of the bills from our paychecks, and soon we see standing before us a structure that seems good enough, sturdy even. And we are proud of our ability to take up what was provided to us and make something useful. We recreate the sandcastles of our childhoods brought to life before our eyes.
But then the winds begin to howl, and slowly the salt-stained mist of the sea begins to coat and erode the sides of your home. Soon enough, water has surrounded you on all sides and towering waves dwarf your creation, smash it to dust.
Often times, it is only once we have witness destructive devastation that we realize the original stone we dug into was actually only hardened sand—deceitful in its nature. And upon this foundation we structured our houses out the very same material, sands of this world that could never dream of holding together through a storm.
It is here where we must reconsider the model home we were given privy to. We must be honest with ourselves and realize that we caught the vision, but did not practice the humility and patience to build in tandem with the Architect of our lives. In doing so, we completely miss the fact that we are taking our eyes off our Creator who brought us this vision, off of the only one who can bring it to fruition.
Our God has meticulously and dutifully mapped out a blueprint for the construction of our lives—not the meager dreams that we have for ourselves but the majestic glory He has awaiting us. Each planar line composing the symphony of our walls was drawn with broad, unbroken strokes. We are not a rough draft, a sandcastle—a dream stumbled upon and forgotten by the first rising tide—but the masterwork of the Creator of the universe.