Fixing my tower on the rocks.

I'm going to tell this metaphorically, so bear with me here.


Once upon a time, my life was pretty much perfect. My family loved me, i had great friends, and the worst thing I'd ever gone through was trek. My tower was tall, beautiful, and there was nothing wrong with it.
And then the storm of life began. My foundation for my tower was built on three rocks, my family, my friends, and of course, the Rock. The Rock of my Salvation. But, well, I didn't trust that Rock as well as I should have. Maybe though, in the back of my mind, I knew I could count on that Rock. It wasn't about to fail me.
My family rock suddenly developed a huge crack. And the best we could do was fix it. But the crack kept getting worse, until finally, a huge piece slipped into the sea. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.


A huge part of my tower had been on that rock, and so my wonderful tower tilted, and a lot of it fell into the sea. what made matters worse is that I was now in charge of piecing my tower back together on my own. My other family members had their own towers to fix.
So as the storm raged on, I started building again. I moved everything away from the broken rock and rebuild the foundation further in. My biggest supports though, were coming from my friends, and of course, the third Rock.
Suddenly without any warning, I heard the sound of the rock breaking. Prepared, I grabbed mortar and tried to fix what had gone wrong with my friend rock. But the mortar wasn't strong enough, and my tower collapsed further.


And then, after some time of fixing and repairing and doing the best I could, I was given more things to be placed in my tower: finding a job, getting a college degree, paying for school, getting on my own, growing up, getting married, finding a boyfriend, getting my life in order...and as I tried to shoulder all of these extra unneeded burdens, I collapsed in tears. I realized my tower wouldn't ever be perfect again. I was fed up, tired, and the extra burdens weren't helping at all.


So I plunked down to the third Rock, and started talking to it. "I can't do this. I can't make my tower go back the way it was. I have too much to do. Too much that I can't handle right now."
To my surprise, the Rock spoke back. "You haven't trusted me enough. The other two rocks are good, to be sure. But they are susceptible to the elements, to decay. They will not always be there to support you when you need it most. Trust me. I will never collapse on you. You will be able to get through your burdens, and they will become your greatest gifts. Build your tower on me. Though it won't be quite perfect, it will never fall into the sea."


So I take what I can and start over. Right now, I'm trying to trust myself to trust that third Rock. With that Rock, I know that it will support my tower in all I do. but I'm scared, because...well, that Rock is invisible. I know it's there. It has to be in order for my tower to stand at all. but part of me is scared that the Rock won't be there. that the support beam will just slip right into the ocean, never to be seen again. But the truth about the Rock is, that during the darkest, most terrible storms, that is when it is the most visible. When the sky clears, it fades away, but is still as solid as ever.


So right now, I'm trying to rebuild. Given my current standing in life, it's not easy. the memory of the rocks collapsing into the sea is still very fresh and sharp in my mind. yet, I know it'll be okay. That third Rock has yet to fail me. And so do the other two...in their own ways.