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Why Foundations Matter

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Somewhere, buried in the foundational concrete in our home, is a shoebox size Rubbermaid container. And in that container is a Bible. And highlighted in the Bible are these verses:

 “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.”  ~ Matthew 7:24 & 25

We built our house and we wanted to let our children know that everything we did, as parents, as humans, was meant to stand on the belief that from God, and God alone, came the structure of everything else. So we had a little ceremony, just the five of us,  each of us humbly praying for our home and those in it to always stand on the rock that God is.

We’ve tried to live always standing firmly on that foundation of our faith; sometimes we accomplish it and other times we don’t. Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it isn’t.

But still…

It’s a foundation.

I was reminded of that small, private ceremony the other day, when my daughter called out to me on Labor Day that the tree house was falling over.

As you can see in the photo above, it’s hanging precariously, wedged in by a few trees, and those trees are all that’s keeping it from crashing down.  I’m literally just praying that it doesn’t cause one of the trees to snap and crash into the back of the house. One of the floor joist pieces had rotted, and that’s all it took for the entire thing to begin to list.

This tree house was a labor of love that took much, much longer than it should have.  And much, much more money than it should have.  What started out to be just a fun family project using up leftover scraps of wood, roofing, and siding that had been laying around the house for a few years, became an all-consuming task that ate up weekends and months and perhaps even years.

We finished it just about the time our kids were a little too old to want to go hang out in a tree house, sadly.  They still played in it – a bit – but not with the fervor that they had anticipated when we started building it.  Sometimes they went out to read Artemis Fowl books or just get away when they needed time to cool down from an argument with someone in the house, but it wasn’t used the way it was intended to be used.

And really, with our kids grown, we haven’t been particularly strict about maintaining it to the same degree we do our house house.

Which all got me to thinking about building one’s house on the rock.

There’s a reason foundations are made of durable, lasting material: a foundation is meant to hold everything else up.

foun·da·tion
founˈdāSH(ə)n/
noun
  1. 1.
    the lowest load-bearing part of a building, typically below ground level.
  2. 2.
    an underlying basis or principle for something.
    “this idea is the foundation of all modern economics”
    synonyms: basis, starting point, base, point of departure, beginning, premise;More

Even with a strong foundation, things just can’t be forgotten and not maintained.

We need to do our part.  We can put our hope and trust in our foundation, but we can’t just let things go by the wayside without keeping an eye that it remains intact.  Floods and winds and rains do come, and even small amounts of sediment surrounding the foundation can seep away.

The last half of the verse from Matthew is this:

“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.” ~Matthew 7:26 & 27

I believe everything in life is God-breathed.  Everything I see, say, do, hear, watch, read…. He’s showing me something. He’s teaching me something.

I think He’s just reminded me – in a very tangible way – that I need to stand firmly on the foundation that my God is, was, and will always be.  I need to remain vigilant about it, not neglecting the understanding that even though He provides me with an underpinning and a beginning, I need to consistently reinforce within myself His sure and everlasting foundation…

 


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