whispered bricks

Thoughts are bricks that build a life.

Some hold, some don’t.

Some exist for the purpose of structure…Some, for divine design.

Some are mine. Some, I thought were yours.

You whispered bricks to me a while back,

But I pretended not to hear.

The command that should’ve been a pillar fell down without a fight.

Instead, I stole bricks from other people and built my own castle.

It was going well…until you sent waves of conviction from your endless supply of wisdom, exposing my bricks as paper.

And all that I thought I knew was wrong.

Well, not all of it. The bricks you laid stayed.

But where do I go from here?

I assess the situation and take a deep breath.

Jesus,

Speak.

“So why do you keep calling me ‘Lord, Lord!’ when you don’t do what I say? I will show you what it’s like when someone comes to me, listens to my teaching, and then follows it. It is like a person building a house who digs deep and lays the foundation on solid rock. When the floodwaters rise and break against that house, it stands firm because it is well built. But anyone who hears and doesn’t obey is like a person who builds a house right on the ground, without a foundation. When the floods sweep down against that house, it will collapse into a heap of ruins.” (Luke 6:46-49)

Sometimes,

You are the one who sends the storm.