There are things in life that we hold as unshakable truths. These truths are the foundations that we build our lives upon. Those truths become the pillars that hold up everything that we are. Everything that we create. Everything that we aspire to achieve.
I believe that some of the strongest pillars are the ones that ran the risk of crumbling at some point in time. The ones that have been tested the most thoroughly. Just like a tree, it’s the wind that causes it to grow stronger and then, with that strength, it can grow higher.
This week’s prompt is to tell the tale of a person whose core beliefs are stretched to their breaking point. They’re forced to question the pillars of their lives.
For me, I had a time where I considered walking away from my church. Not from God, but from church as I knew it. The God they taught about was a whole lot less powerful than the one I knew personally. Week after week, I’d be the kid who’d question some shakey theology they spouted at me and ask, “But what about this scripture, and this one, and this one?” and I’d think “Where are you even coming up with this theology?” because so many things were so far from what I knew to be true (plus I could actually read the Bible).
That was a time of shaking.
Then, through the course of a few years, I found myself starving. I knew I had heard God and done what He told me. Problem was, things weren’t looking too hot. Then that same voice told me that I needed to ask Him for the things I needed. I had to swallow my pride.
And then the blessings began to pour. The pillars that made up my faith became a million times stronger because the God I knew, the One who spoke to me long before I knew Him. Any doubt I had that I was the one who was mistaken back at that old church was dashed. I suddenly knew that I was right. That God still moves today. That God cares about the simplest things, even stuff as small as a piece of fruit to carry me through the day.