A rock is underneath my feet; a lovely rock, a jewel from the brow of God; a steady rock, a cornerstone that all is built upon. And storms have come. And winds have pounded this small house that I built upon it. And the walls have cracked. And the roof has leaned. And windows have been broken.
But the house still stands.
Yes, the house I built still stands on a foundation stronger than my own small self. Of course, a few repairs are needed, but a firm foundation is a solid place to build . . . I could not have chosen a better or more lovely rock upon which to build my life!
Artwork: House Upon a Rock, unknown