I've had first hand knowledge of the firmness of my foundation this week. On Monday night I was shaken when in one blow I lost three things that I would consider vitally important to me and my journey on this earth.
No, I didn't lose the life of any loved ones but I lost three relationships in one fell blow. I was shaken.
I was shaken. Like a house shakes when the wind blows hard. But I didn't fall down. I confessed to one person that the fact that I walking, talking, living and breathing was all by God's grace. And prayer.
Not necessarily my own prayer, but the prayers of others who held up my "house," this earthy and spiritual vessel, while the winds blew.
The winds continue to blow, not as violently as they did that bad day or two but I'm still shaking.
Yet I am thankful for the winds, for when the winds blow, then we are held.
Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.
God gave me back two of the relationships that were momentarily lost.