There was a season in my life when everything felt shaky, dreams uncertain, plans scattered, and even faith seemed like sand slipping through my fingers. Every time I thought I’d found my footing, life would shake me again.
But one day, while watching a mason lay bricks, I realized something: no house stands without solid ground. The strength of the building depends on what’s beneath it.
That’s when I stopped rushing and started building my foundation, learning, praying, failing, rising, and trying again. Slowly, I began to see growth not as speed, but as stability.
Today, I may not have everything I want, but I’m standing on solid ground, faith, patience, and purpose. Because no matter how high you want to rise, you can’t build skyscrapers on shifting sand.
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