Last night the unusual happened. Our speaker at church had given testimony and read from God’s word.
It was wonderful.
She then said she wanted to read from another book – a children’s book of bedtime stories.
She picked it up and thumbed over a few pages.
“Once upon at time,” she began, “there were three little pigs!”
She went on to tell the story of houses of straw, wood, and brick.
Then she wanted to tell of one more story of a house.
“Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock. Matthew 7:24-25
The funny thing to me is during the Three Little Pigs I found myself saddened by the plight of the two that were eaten by the big bad wolf.
Then I remembered how much I had enjoyed baked ham earlier that afternoon.
I have built my house on the foundation of Jesus Christ, the Rock.
I am not concerned about the foundation. But I am taking great care at what I build on it. (1 Cor 3:10-13)
Abba, You are my Rock. In Jesus name, help me to build rightfully on the Foundation. YES&AMEN