Sometimes reality can come crashing in on the shore of our fantasy world and completely wreck our sandcastle.
Who of us here has ever spent hours on a hot day building our dream house out of sand? I remember as a child spending fair amounts of my Florida summer on the beach digging (not building..I’m a terrible architect) massive holes. My goal was to always dig a hole deep enough to trap a large animal. I would then slowly expand my massive tunnel and fill it with water! I was in love with my little cavern of isolation. Meanwhile, the waves from the ocean continued creeping closer and closer like an outstretched hand looking to take that which isn’t its own.
In most circumstances I would want the water to do this so that I wouldn’t have to try so hard at digging (Turns out mud is a lot easier to dig through than sand). Unfortunately, these circumstances were different. The approaching water finally reached its peak and crashed into my giant sand dune. It destroyed all of my hard work. Everything I had done, every ounce of energy exerted was done away with by one fell swoosh of water.
I wanted bigger…better…more impressive. I wanted to create a series of tunnels, waterways, catwalks, etc. across my giant cavern; something that would surely attract the attention of all of the other tiny tikes desperately trying to compete in the wide world of castle construction. Some children aspired to build big, glorious towers. Others aspired to be more intricate with their design, but who wouldn’t want to be able to literally sit in their own creation? I felt like king. At the end of the day though, I only found myself discouraged, sunburnt, and sandy. Why? I forgot to take into effect the power and suddenness of the ocean tide.
Hours of work instantly erased by one simple wave…One quick, yet crushing blow to my kingdom. My catwalks, my waterways, my tunnels were all destroyed in a single swipe. My boyish heart was broken. I gave up…I moved on…I quit.
How many times does life do this to us?
How many hours do we spend building our own sand kingdoms and investing in our own portfolios without ever taking in effect the power and unexpectedness of life’s ocean? For so many of us, we’ve successfully laid down a foundation, built a beautiful creation, and stepped back to revel in our masterpiece only to watch a tempestuous wave destroy every inch of our investment.
Simply said, our lives are not ours to govern.
“Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.…”
Our lives were never meant to be built by our own feeble hands. We as a human race are terrible architects in the grand scheme of things. It’s safe to say that we’ve watched hours, months, or years worth of work, dedication, and sacrifice get thrown in the trash in a moment’s notice. It happens to the best of us. In fact, it happens to all of us.
Ive come to the realization of this very recently: My life is not mine to plan. My life is not mine to control. The God of the Universe, the one who gives me breath every moment is the one who is in control. He is the author and the finisher, the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega.
The hardest part to grasp is why would He care about someone like me?
What’s so special about my life that He chose to step into my existence and build my castle for me? Honestly, there really isn’t anything special. I’m just a man, and a sinful one at that. I don’t deserve anything God does for me. Despite all of this, God grabs my bucket and my shovel and then says “Come on Son. Let me show you a thing or two…”
I have nothing to worry about.
I encourage those of you reading to let go of creative control over your sandcastle. The God of the Universe has a much clearer vision of what a “wave-proof” sandcastle kingdom should really look like.
He knows your heart, He feels your pain, and He is with you in your struggle. He loves you more than you or I could ever imagine.
Did you ever build sandcastles as a kid? What was your favorite thing to do at the beach? How do you think God can help you build? Do you think God can?