May 27, 2017 10:08 am EDT
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.