Crumbling Sandcastles, Heavenly Mansions

Walking beachside at dusk, a distant mound catches my eye; an unexpected beacon on the flat sandscape. Sunset oozing into ocean cloaks the bump in long shadows. Several feet wide, remnants of a washed out sandcastle materialize up close. Skillfully carved turrets have melted in high tide’s ebb and flow. Seagull feather flags withered on outposts of shell-dotted ruins.What architect overlooked the trespassing floodwaters’ path? How many hours were spent forming, shaping, scooping, smoothing? Once elaborate, this prime “surreal” estate was dissolving back into the sand it was molded from.

Life is like that. Man is no more the architect of his own destiny than a sandcastle builder is of a lasting homestead. John 14:1-3 say’s “In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.”(NKJV) God’s Word is the original blueprint by which all our days are designed.  Jesus Christ bridged the gap into eternity with Him; we need only to believe and entrust Him with our best laid plans. While manmade wealth and security fade away, God is closing escrow on the heavenly home of our dreams. Open a Bible; your key’s inside.