In this season of life where my state of contentment shifts like sand under the ocean's tide, I find myself avidly watching Home and Garden Television shows. Strange, I know. Someone could probably write a case study on it. When we were foreclosed on I would have sworn I'd never, ever wanted to a home owner again. Now I discover that I may no longer want a house of my dreams but a house of lowered expectations might be okay. . . someday. A tiny seed of hope arise that God, in his timing, may yet restore what the locusts have eaten. (Joel 2:25) I know that there are many who believe foreclosed homeowners were fools building their houses upon the sand. I also know we were once good people with reasonable expectations and money in the bank; but we were simply unable to hold back the unexpected tsunami wave that can overtake even nice, normal, reasonable people. I can only pray that God, in His economy, not man's, will use this for His purpose and glory. Until then, any building I do will be upon The Rock of Ages.
Rock of Ages - Fernando Ortega