House

I want a house.... It doesn't have to be big, and it doesn't have to be fancy, but I want it built right. You see, I have always dreamed of owning my own house... coming home from work, walking in the little white picket fence and up the cobblestone path. When greeted by precious dog, I would pet him and then dash up the porch stairs and inside to what I call "home". A house can become part of you, an extension of your family. On the other hand, I feel that a house is made of the people who live there... just like a church is not a building, it is a community of believers. I want to build my house on rock. Not on sand, or gravel... I want something strong, and firm, never to be shaken or blown away. I want it to be a shelter, to protect my family from all that the world will beat down on us. Together, we will make sure that my house won't leak, won't crack, and won't shift. Although my house is only a dream right now, I already have a foundation. It was given to me by my family and I carry it with me no matter where I go. I want to build on that... a foundation... a home built on the rock... a life built on God.

Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
Matthew 7:24-25