The Sky is Rearranging A journey from pieces to completed puzzles

How many times have we been told the stories of the man who built his house on sand only to have it washed away when the waters rose?  He was advised to build his house on stone.  Stone is a more stable foundation.  It cannot wash away when the waters rush in like the sand that washes out from under our feet as we stand in the surf.  The stones remain even during the storms.  As we looked at photographs of the devastation caused by recent hurricanes we could see walls of  houses strewn about like toothpicks, but the foundations for the homes remained.

This morning I had coffee with a friend.  She told me that the death of her husband had pulled the rug out from her but at least she had stones for a foundation and that foundation had not been destroyed.  Then she asked if during my trials of the last several years my foundation had been destroyed or if it was just the rug that had pulled out from under me.   I had to stop and think.  So often I have felt that I was walking on sand with the surf rushing up under my feet only to pull me under.  Often I  felt like I was drowning under the swells of the water.  But no, I did have a stable and firm foundation.  While the sticks of my life were thrown about, I had a steady support.  I had a foundation upon which to rebuild.  I had family, friends, and faith.  They held me high.  They held me steady.  And they remain the stones of my foundation. 

As I design my new life I know that it will be rebuilt not on a foundation of sand that washes away but on stones that will allow me to grow and build to heights unknown.  I know that it will be grounded in the love and support of family and friends.  I know that it will be anchored with faith.