What is my foundation?

Over the last couple of weeks, I kept thinking of writing a blog about why we must go backwards sometimes in order to eventually move forward.  But, as life would have it, I was distracted and never sat down to write.
Tonight, I realized that I have sensed the feeling of slipping backward during the last several days. There was a cloud hanging overhead while I waited for the inevitable reverse in direction and, sure enough, it came.
But it’s OK. Sometimes, things (or relationships or jobs or just about anything you can think of) need to be torn down to the foundation before we can build it to be stronger. It’s simply one of life’s truths.

The disappointment is the perspective that even though we strip some things down to the foundation, we choose to just see a concrete floor and not the beautiful wood we had hoped for.  We become disillusioned with the repeated tearing down. I know this feeling well~ I thought this bridge had been crossed and the lessons had been learned but yet, here I am, looking at the cracked concrete and wondering how I can build differently this time so that the storms don’t knock it all down.

Far be it for me to question God’s hand in all of this and His plan but I do know there is one and that’s all of the promise I need. I’m thankful this morning for a husband who patiently allowed me to do a pendulum swing last night that ranged from the weepy to the angry to the peace that can only be found when you turn a situation over to Christ. I’m thankful for a good nights sleep and a new morning full of possibilities and promises. 

For all who need to strip to the foundation and get your hands dirty today… there is beauty from ashes. There is the promise that we can take what looks like rotted planks and bring them to a beautiful shine and, in the process, we get to have our own imperfections buffed and polished.

Be blessed!
Amy