Transition in life is at times like a raging storm, whether circumstantially or emotionally.
My life presently is in the midst of yet more transition—from jobs to relational dynamics and from creative conception to creative execution.
Today, a big storm came through the area where I live in Georgia. While I sat inside typing, I listened to the rain hit the ground and to the wind slam the rain against the house.
The rain came down hard and then eased up again.
Usually, when folks talk about the “storms of life” they sort of leave those words hanging without an anchor of comfort like, “O well, you know—the storms of life, they come and go,” and they shrug their shoulders and never look you directly in the eyes.
When I hear these folks saying this it seems like they don’t really know what they are talking about. You know? Its like they are rehearsing the one line they remembered reading in a Hallmark card—which they only got because they picked a name off a prayer list from church without reading why that person was even on the list.
I need substance, a word in season, and Abba Father is always faithful to deliver—whether that is through a godly friend or family member or by speaking the Word directly into my heart. There are also encouraging words that the Holy Spirit inspires when I worship Jesus in song.
For me, worshiping Him in song is sure to clear away the static and draw from out of me His truth about who He is, and who I am, and how He handles my circumstances. When I worship Him, I magnify Him.
The past few days I found myself on the guitar singing lyrics about burning down houses made of hay and all that is golden remaining. I also found myself thinking about being built to stand and not being built on sand.
I found myself needing to be reminded of that solid ground, that sure foundation, and that I have an anchor for my soul when the storms of life blow in and right back out again.
I searched out where to find those verses in the New Testament—the verses that speak of houses built on the rock and the ones built on sand.
I found them, and am reading them again and again.
Matthew 7:24-27 (NASB) says:
Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.
These verses, reading them again and again, are encouraging me more and more—the Holy Spirit reminds me, “You are built on the rock. You are built to stand.”
I go back to read the verses that come before these too and I ask, “What words did Jesus speak? What words does He want heard and acted upon? Who was Jesus addressing contextually when He taught these words?”
I start to see the answers take shape and I want to understand, I do; but, I keep coming back to the picture of the house built on rock in a storm. And that picture is comforting me deeply.
I thank God for His Holy Spirit who leads me into all truth and shows me things to come (John 16:13, NASB). And, I trust Him to help me get understanding when I ask for wisdom (James 1:5; Proverbs 4:7, NASB).
Today, however, I need to rest on the picture of the house built on the rock. I need to see me in this house sitting peacefully in a rocking chair or asleep in bed with a smile on my face listening to Jesus singing over me; or baking cookies and making coffee while praying in the spirit; or painting and dancing to Calypso music, rejoicing in the Lord always (Philippians 4:4, NASB).
CARELESS because that’s how Jesus likes me—WITHOUT CARE, casting all of my cares on Him because He cares for me (1 Peter 5:7).
Jesus is the rock, I am the house. Jesus is the chief cornerstone, I am designed accordingly. My body is God’s home, I am home in Him. I am of God’s household. I am built by the hands of God.
I am built on the rock, I am not built on sand.