What's your foundation?

I look at life through real eyes. I analyze everything down to its foundation. Foundation. Now that's an interesting word. What is foundation? Oh sure your dictionary will tell you one thing. Google will say something. Even Wikipedia has an article on it. To put this into perspective I'm going to tell you my foundation. It's summed up in one name, GOD. A couple of examples now. When a ship is at sea and the captain needs to make a stop, what does he do? Well, he orders for the anchor to be lowered. So the anchor drops into the water and everyone waits for the anchor to grip something.  If the anchor were to grip sand only, the ship would not be stopped. The anchor has to grip something strong. A rock is pretty strong. In fact, I believe that was the entire purpose for dropping the anchor. So that it could in fact grip a rock, a firm base. Let me give you another example. This one involves building a shelter. If you read the Bible you will know this story very well. Two men build a house. One builds his house on the sand. Hmm, there's that sand again. The other man builds his house on a rock. Same reference here. Now when the storm comes, the man who built is house on the sand becomes distraught because his house falls. The ground wasn't sturdy enough. Likewise this resulted in happiness for the man who built his house on a rock. That solid base stood the test and trials every storm that came. The house still stands. In these two examples I have defined the very word, foundation. Again as for me, my foundation is God. God is my strong, firm, solid base that keeps me secure through the storms of life. God is the rock to which my anchor holds when I am lost at sea or when I just need to know my course. Foundation can be anything to anyone. My foundation does not have to match up with yours. But dare I ask if God is not your foundation, what is? What is your foundation? I have built my hope and faith on the One who is eternal. My house is standing on the foundation of God. My anchor grips and holds to the rock that is God. I am not moved by the storm or the waves that try to overtake me. I have a solid base that keeps me rooted and secure. Things don't always go right, especially for me but I still count it all joy in the name of God because, once again, I know what my foundation is.my foundation is perfect and can not be broken or destroyed. My foundation is everlasting and has filled me with perfect love. There is nothing greater than this love I have from God. Nothing even compares. My companion, family, friends and others can not do what God has already done or what He will do. He is the best, period. I close with this, my foundation is the only force that keeps me going and allows me to smile in a world filled with so much pain. My foundation is God. What's yours?

Man on the Mountain

Man on the Mountain

I'm climbing up a mountain. I have limited gear. I'm running low on fresh water. The top is in sight yet I begin feeling weak. All of a sudden rain starts to fall. I start losing my grip. I put all my strength in pressing up. I hold on to my hook which is clinging to a rock. Then, out of nowhere, I see a pack to my left. I reach to get it and find plenty of food and tools inside. The rain rages on and so do I. Feeling renewed I make my way up. Step by step I climb till I reach the top. Once I stand at the top of the mountain, the rain ceases to fall. I can see the sun coming through the clouds producing a rainbow. I turn around and immediately face my next challenge. A mountain lion stands looking my fiercely in the eyes. He is focused on destroying me. I have no weapon except a fishing knife. This 9 inch blade will have to do. The lion sets in to a pouncing position and I brace myself for impact. He lunges at me with full speed. I stand still. He leaps in the air to make his attack. I side step him and swing my blade aimed at his face. He lands on the edge preparing for another go at me. But before he could make his move I dash towards him with a rock and hurl it forcefully. It meets his head and he falls tumbling down the mountain. I look on as he apparently hits the bottom. A great feeling of victory and empowerment comes over me. Having defeated the lion, maybe, now I could enjoy the journey of making it to the top of this mountain. I fall on my knees and begin to pray. Feeling thankful, I worship God for helping me make it through. Suddenly an eagle appears directly above me. It hovers down with an elegant grace I have never seen before. I look at into the eyes of the eagle and it gives me a rather peculiar nod. I take it as a sign on peace and perhaps it is here to offer me a new path. The eagle extends his wing out to me as if to say climb on, and so I did. I climb on top of the eagle's back and immediately it takes flight. Soaring through the air, I feel like a brand new person. We are now airborne and flying high in the sky. The eagle takes me to a higher place that I would never have found. We make it to our destination in minutes. The eagle has brought me to a cave high atop an ever bigger mountain than the one I climbed before. I get down from the eagle and it takes off without a moment's notice. The cave was immensely dark except for a torch that was hanging on the wall. I take the torch and proceed inside. I go deep into this cave all the way to the end and stop when I see colors on the wall. I pan the wall from left to right. Then the entire picture shows full view to me. It is a drawing of a man climbing a mountain. But in this drawing the man falls. Next to this is a drawing of another man figting a lion but again this man fails and is destroyed by the lion. Then there is the eagle carrying a body of someone up to a cave. I look perplexed and wonder who could have drawn these images. I hear a sound in the darkness, grab my torch and turn around. I see me but only it's not me. It looks like a younger version of myself. Then I realize it's a mirror. Before I can do anything, the glass shatters before my eyes and the cave emits a beam of light blinding everything in sight. I walk out of the cave and get outside where I see the end to the beam of light. My eyes soon adjust and I see the light points directly up into the clouds. The eagle returns, looks at me and swoops me up. It takes me all the way into the clouds and it seems like, for an eternity, we are on an endless journey through paradise.