I LOVE this song. Mainly because in this day and age, we don't have a time when we're NOT surrounded by floods and rains... and unfortunately, we're surrounded by much more than that.
So, if we slightly change this analogy, it could be our foundations are built brick by brick throughout our lives. I know mine has been. (Oh--and the houses? They were given to us at birth by loving Heavenly parents.)
Well, what if a few of the biggest bricks have crumbled?
Good question. Two options:
1: Remove your house from the foundation and search for a better one.
2: Find some better, stronger bricks and replace the old ones, VERY carefully.
A couple years ago, I chose the first option. Problem was, it was a dumb choice. I was completely freefalling... my house had NO foundation, floating in space, and there were storms aplenty. And, guess what? There were No foundations to be found anywhere that weren't already inhabited. Apparently, you have to start from scratch. I decided to retreat back to the old one, and believe that one day I would fill in those gaping holes. I have been all the better for it. And sometimes, I find a VERY COLORFUL brick to temporarily fill in a hole or two. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. The thing I remind myself is, I'll probably be changing out every single brick by the time I'm dead. I hope it turns out to be the most colorful, interesting, solid foundation I can make, because I sure need it. I NEED the color, I NEED the solidity, and I need the ... interesting aspect as well.
It's scary when people leave their own foundation, refuse to return, it crumbles, and then they get pissed off at the people who still have foundations; trying to tear other peoples' down. Is that really going to help your situation? Why don't you start building a new one?
4 comments:
HAHAHA! that's great!
I love your analogy. Your words are poetic. I think maybe I need to start a private blog. One that my family DOESN'T read. I am so frustrated today, that I just need a safe place to write and be myself. Why is it that family is the one place that you are least safe to express your inner self. I'm having a very depressing day today. Can you tell?
My dad reads my blog everyday, so I feel like I have to carefully choose my words, so as not to offend. He's going through enough as it is. My sister just read my blog today about how I said my family doesn't want to do the Recycled Christmas thing. She said "could you please not call your family lame on your blog". I told her I didn't, that I called them dead beats for not wanting to, but I didn't call them lame and that nobody reads it anyway. She was rude and hung up on me. She called me a little while later and apologized after she read it again, that I didn't use the word lame, but that it still wasn't nice to my family. Hello, it's MY blog, MY journal after all. Maybe I should have a private one like yours and post the things that I want to post. I'm getting so tired of them lately. What is it with them?
Sorry to ramble on and on, on your blog. I guess I need a safe place to write, where I don't feel like my words will be used against me and be judged. Thanks for your beautiful words. THey inspire me!
You're MORE than welcome, Darling... I think my mom would crap her pants if she knew some of these things. Maybe one day she'll be able to know all of me, but not now.
You really SHOULD make a private blog. I have seriously become almost GIDDY at the ability to write what I want! And if people don't like it, they don't have to associate themselves. The older I get, the more I realize I am entitled to be and say who I am. Though, family.... that may not be a hurdle easily crossed. We're still children in our minds around them (atleast I am, anyways).
I love this Sara. It is such a beautiful analogy. I too wish that those who have left their foundations would not feel the need to try to weaken others foundations.
It's so sad, really... they can't just leave it alone. They can't let other people be happy in their beliefs...
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