The sand at the beach begs to be molded into a sand castle. Kids scurry to build.
Build bigger and stronger with moats of protection and turrets standing tall and proclaiming "Mine!"
Build faster, for the tide is coming in.
Build.
and then watch it crumble and wash away.
And so we build and scurry and fashion a fortress of things and people, but the tide comes and pulls it all away.
But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.
Build. Build your life on the solid rock of Christ.
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