I can’t understand how people survive without the Lord.
I understand how crazy that sounds, because obviously tons of people survive on the earth without placing their faith in Him, but to be completely honest I can’t understand how. Life is such a rollercoaster ride that the only thing that keeps me from flying off into space is God as my seatbelt.
Take today for example: my sixteenth birthday party. I slept over at a fancy hotel with my two best friends and we had the most amazing day ever. We had amazing food (something that’s very important to me), amazing time together (which we don’t get a lot of), and we got to do such cool things (like GOAT YOGA!!!).
But, I come home and sit down to pizza and a movie with my family and my heart sinks, weighed down by a heavy sadness and anxiety that shouts for my attention. I’m exhausted, my brother is heading back to college tomorrow, I had to separate from my friends who I share my whole heart with for who knows how long, I feel overwhelmed by the amount of work I have, and my life basically hasn’t been what I call “normal” in weeks.
All of these complaints feel so much bigger to me now than they really are. I know in my head that this is a light momentary affliction, but I can’t seem lift my spirits with the hopeful truth.
These ups and downs that I think many people experience have been going on since the beginning of sin in the world.
“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”
The storms of life are too much for anyone to take! They lead to falls of great magnitude for all who aren’t founded on the Rock, but there is hope for those who are wise in where they build their house.
Everyone experiences storms, just like everyone experiences sunny days. The Bible describes that even for the wise man who built his house upon the rock the rain fell, the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on that house. And I’m sure his manmade foundation shook, but the rock he was on didn’t. His house was left standing at the end of the day not because of the strength of what he had built, but because of what he had built it on.
Even though I still feel low, I haven’t fallen. And this is only a drizzle. It’s a good thing my Rock is making this rickety shack strong.