The more life I live, the more to life I discover. The more to life I discover, the more discovery there is in life.
A couple of years ago, we moved to a new home. The view from the back deck is like a picture. A few home lie below us on a hill and then farmland stretches to the lake. Beyond the lake a few cities have built up, and one can see the roads, which bind them together. From that point the mountains sharply climb to the heavens, most of the year white capped, with dashes of green vegetation dotting the steep rocks.
At first I noticed a few doors, who without assistance, would close, most if not all the way, by themselves. An inspiring feat for a haunted house, but not for our simple home. After further inspection I noticed most of the doors where not level. The poor craftsmanship always disappoints me. I spoke with several neighbors and found their doors too contained the same qualities. One, we’ll call him Thomas, mentioned his were getting worse.
Now, not thinking anything more unusual then the rest of us, Thomas then mentioned his basement floor was cracking. Not a good sign. Now from our vantage point one can see how many of the homes below us where built along an old flood plain. In fact if you look further to the North, you can see where the once moving water cut through the terrain. This is were the homes now lie.
Last week, around 7:00 A. M. a crew began digging with large power equipment around the foundation of on of the homes. My first thought was a new patio or larger driveway. We soon learned the homes foundation had shifted over five total inches, thus qualifying for the contractors required guarantee.
The foundation repair crew dug straight down forty feet, though sand, dirty, backfill, until they finally hit bedrock. Then pillars where created, between the home’s foundation and the bedrock. This technique is to place the needed stability on the bedrock and not on the shifting ground directly below the home.
I have heard of buildings having this technique applied during the original construction, to ensure the building will be on solid ground. Never had I heard of such expense used for a home.
As I contemplated this situation, it caused me to ponder on what, not my home, but my life’s foundation was. At times I understand I have been as shifting as the sands, and loose as the fill dirt used, rather unstable and thus creating cracks in my soul. I realized the best foundation to support my life, to add strength to my existence, to help me weather bad storms and tremulous times, is the Savior.
It has taken me a while to learn to stand my ground, have unyielding faith, to know without any shred of doubt, it will be all right. All I need to do is face the winds of change with a smile, firm in my conviction, and trusting in my foundation.
A couple of years ago, we moved to a new home. The view from the back deck is like a picture. A few home lie below us on a hill and then farmland stretches to the lake. Beyond the lake a few cities have built up, and one can see the roads, which bind them together. From that point the mountains sharply climb to the heavens, most of the year white capped, with dashes of green vegetation dotting the steep rocks.
At first I noticed a few doors, who without assistance, would close, most if not all the way, by themselves. An inspiring feat for a haunted house, but not for our simple home. After further inspection I noticed most of the doors where not level. The poor craftsmanship always disappoints me. I spoke with several neighbors and found their doors too contained the same qualities. One, we’ll call him Thomas, mentioned his were getting worse.
Now, not thinking anything more unusual then the rest of us, Thomas then mentioned his basement floor was cracking. Not a good sign. Now from our vantage point one can see how many of the homes below us where built along an old flood plain. In fact if you look further to the North, you can see where the once moving water cut through the terrain. This is were the homes now lie.
Last week, around 7:00 A. M. a crew began digging with large power equipment around the foundation of on of the homes. My first thought was a new patio or larger driveway. We soon learned the homes foundation had shifted over five total inches, thus qualifying for the contractors required guarantee.
The foundation repair crew dug straight down forty feet, though sand, dirty, backfill, until they finally hit bedrock. Then pillars where created, between the home’s foundation and the bedrock. This technique is to place the needed stability on the bedrock and not on the shifting ground directly below the home.
I have heard of buildings having this technique applied during the original construction, to ensure the building will be on solid ground. Never had I heard of such expense used for a home.
As I contemplated this situation, it caused me to ponder on what, not my home, but my life’s foundation was. At times I understand I have been as shifting as the sands, and loose as the fill dirt used, rather unstable and thus creating cracks in my soul. I realized the best foundation to support my life, to add strength to my existence, to help me weather bad storms and tremulous times, is the Savior.
It has taken me a while to learn to stand my ground, have unyielding faith, to know without any shred of doubt, it will be all right. All I need to do is face the winds of change with a smile, firm in my conviction, and trusting in my foundation.
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