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The Three Little Pigs

We are all familiar with the childhood fairy tale of the the Three Little Pigs.  One built a house of straw which was quickly destroyed by a wolf.  The second built a house of wood as he saw how easily his brother's house was destroyed and yet, the wolf was able to tear down this house as well.  The third built his house of brick which was able to withstand the powers of the wolf.  What is your "house" made of?

This concept of building upon a solid foundation is in my thoughts.  Recently, a tropical storm threatened Florida and we wondered if our camper would stand up again the winds and rain.  So, we made plans to be somewhere else in case the weather was too severe.  At my job, changes are being made to give us an effective base on which to build the practice.  Today, I talked to my boss about building not on sand, but on stone.  As I was trying to get my point across, she wrote on the dry erase board "foundation" and underlined the word several times.  She could see what I was trying to say and was in agreement. 

Building is not just about a structure; it is also about your christian walk.  You must place your first rock upon Christ.  Acts 4: 11, "This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone."  How do I do this you may ask?  Your initial step is to trust Him as your Lord.  Recognize you cannot do it without him and that he was sent to save you.  He will be your guide.  More importantly, He wants to be your guide. 
In His service
Mally

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