I built a great tower, looming over the landscape. I found my place in its highest rooms. For a time, it was, for me, just right.

But the foundation was not sure.

When the tower began to topple, I considered diving from its heights. I considered falling with it, remaining stubbornly where I was.

A moment of grace intervened. I escaped the tower, found a place in a humble hut on the ground, and watched as the tower fell, crumbled. I surveyed the wreckage, cleaned the mess.

And today, God has, for me, poured a new foundation.

And today, we, together, are building a new tower.

And the view is nice, and life is good.