in the middle of rebuilding

“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly trust in Jesus’ name.”
Hillsong lyrics, Cornerstone
This photo, taken amidst the ruins and rubble of a home in Moore, Oklahoma, went viral through the streams of social media this week, resonating with so many so deeply.

I don’t know what it is like to lose all of my belongings or a home in a deadly tornado, but I do know what it is like to stand amidst the rubble of your life. I know what it is like to lose a home you love and a family you adore and a life you dreamed of to something much darker and scarier. It would be years later before I would be able to see the truth in the photograph above. Standing in the midst of my own rubble, I was too lost and confused to weigh the gravity of what was lost.

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” Matthew 7:24-29

When Jesus spoke the words above, he was speaking to a crowd that was familiar with fierce windstorms known as Eastern tempests and, as one commentator describes, “the suddenness and completeness with which it sweeps everything unsteady before it”.

I constructed the first thirty-some-odd years of my life on sinking sand. Inevitably, the storms came, relentlessly and true to the words of scripture, it fell. With a great crash indeed. I know the shock of the suddenness and the depth of the completeness.

In so many ways, I am still in the rebuilding phase of my life. At times, I have been tempted to retreat back to my same shoddy construction methods, hastily throwing up walls at my will, forgoing His master plan for my own. Because, you know, it’s easier. Faster. Certainly less costly. But, by His grace, I have been constantly called back by His love, to rebuild my life with Him as the foundation, the solid bedrock beneath my feet. My home. My heart.

Isn’t this image that of the very beauty laid before us each day. The mercy that comes with the rising of the sun. In the midst of losing everything, He reveals Himself to us. Laid bare before Him, it was through the brokenness of my life, my home, my heart that His love was able to flow through.

If I have but one message to share, one lesson to teach my children, it is to construct your life, your home, your relationships on the only foundation that will outlast them all.

 He is our cornerstone.
Christ alone, Cornerstone
Weak made strong, in the Savior’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all
When darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil
~ Hillsong, Cornerstone

"Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain."
Psalm 127:1


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