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Cracked Foundations

Cracked Foundations
by Marie Good

I sat out on my back porch on a beautiful sunny spring morning, sipping my pumpkin spice coffee and listening to the two little neighbor children happily playing on their swing set.  The sounds of their innocence voices took me down a delightful journey of memory lane.  My mind drifted to the early days of my life, being reminded on how sweet those days were.  At the age of 4 my eyes, nor heart, had endured deep pain.  How perfectly unblemished I was!

Unbeknownst to me I was quickly building a healthy foundation in my life.  There was a simple security that I belonged, and that my parents truly loved the person God had designed when He formed me. Yet I continued to grow and with every stage came the reality of the brokenness in this world. Peers snickering at the way I pronounced words, friend’s rejections, the inability I had for athleticism, and the awkwardness of going through adolescents.  As I tasted the bitterness of pain, my innocent foundation was being chipped away little by little.  

But hearing the dreadful rejection of my love, was like taking a sledgehammer to that already cracked and battered foundation.  Achingly, I could feel it crumble into millions of pieces beneath me.  Even though much wholeness has come to my broken heart since, I continue to find myself frustrated with the process!  Unable to wrap my mind around this idea of how God can miraculous bring healing to part of the damage and yet still seem to leave areas of ruins unmoved. 

Jeremiah 30:18 says "I will restore the fortunes of Jacob’s tents and have compassion on his dwellings: The city will be built upon her ruins..."  My spiritual eyes were open when I read this verse!  The ruins that lay in my heart that I have never asked to bear and have desperately wished them away might actually be the very ruins that God is building a new foundation in my life.  A strong concrete foundation, with God’s love as the mortar and cement that fills in all the cracks and broken rubble.  This solid strength that I now stand on is not to do with my own ability but it is a humble strength reminding me of my desperate need for a savior and knowing that I am deeply loved.  Just like when I was younger and I knew I belonged to someone who loved me, I now know that I belong to my Jesus and He loves me simply because I am me.  All of my hurt, rejection and pain that has happened over the years, God has taken and poured His love over.  He restores and builds upon ruins a structure that can endure the brokenness of this world. 
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Posted: Apr 29, 2016,
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