Thoughts are bricks that build a life.
Some exist for the purpose of structure…Some, for divine design.
Some are mine. Some, I thought were yours.
But I pretended not to hear.
The command that should’ve been a pillar fell down without a fight.
Instead, I stole bricks from other people and built my own castle.
It was going well…until you sent waves of conviction from your endless supply of wisdom, exposing my bricks as paper.
And all that I thought I knew was wrong.
Well, not all of it. The bricks you laid stayed.
I assess the situation and take a deep breath.
You are the one who sends the storm.