Sinking Sand

This picture is about what life has looked like for the Watsons the past few months. We are continuously on the move, and my sweet children have had no choice but to go with the flow. These smiling faces make it look as though it has been easy! I'd say that building a house has not put me on any mother of the year charts (as you can see Baker holding his M&M treat in his hand). My car is never clean, we eat out all the time, the diaper bag is constantly full of snacks, Baker can sing you most any song on the radio ("impossib...l...e, impossib...l...e", "wish right now, wish right now...", etc. Again...mother of the year!!!), that last lovely post about my guitar...has not been picked up in weeks, my husband and I rarely have a conversation that doesn't involve the house, my children probably don't remember what it is like to simply play b/c we are always in the car running errands, there is no consistency in our bedtime routine anymore, I rarely have time to call friends or family...unless I am in the car......

Life, to say the least, has been exhausting!

I was sitting in church yesterday, weary, exhausted, and a little numb when we began to sing an old hymn. "On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand..." As I sang those words I began to...well....pretty much sob. Yes, I was fighting back flowing tears so that, what can only be referred to as the ugly cry, did not make its appearance. "All other ground is sinking sand." Those words, written so long ago, words I've sang my whole life, found a new meaning in my heart. I realized how much truth lies within them. I have put so much of me into so many other things besides God....and I am drowning among all of them. I am so tired of being let down by the things that God promises me are "going to let me down." As I am sure He is so tired of watching me "sink" because I am choosing to not reach for His hand.

A house....is just a house....just walls, and paint colors, and lights, and doors, and everything else that can be taken away in the blink of an eye. And I have spent way too many hours worrying about all of those little things. Tonight I decided to put what matters the most into our home....what should have been put there all along. Most of our floors have already been put down, but in every room where someone will lay their head, I wrote God's word on that floor. Our rooms will be built upon God's word...and I hope that penetrates into our hearts and we never forget it.

"My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus’ name."