I have built my hope on many things.  I thought, for sure, at this point in my life, that I would be a rock star, olympic horseman, discoverer of several (if not all) cures for cancer, amazing and wonderful husband and the lead worship pastor for the greatest church in the world.  It hasn’t worked out that way, strangely enough.

I have written many songs that almost no one will hear (my wife has to, it’s her job).  I haven’t ridden a horse in probably 5 years, still not sure how THAT happened.  Discovering the cures for anything turned out to be way more complicated than I ever imagined and my part in those processes has been miniscule.  I am not amazing or wonderful as a husband, as a father, as a man.  Oh, and I can’t get a job as a pastor of any sort, anywhere.

Do you notice the “me” in all of this?  My hope is built on me.  I will do.  I will get.  I will be.

“I dare not trust the sweetest frame…”

What am I thinking?!?  Can I be depended on?  Are my dreams sufficient to carry my eternity?  Will I ever be enough for my family, my self, my God?  I think not and I am appalled that I would ever live that way.  But, I have.

Jesus!  On Christ I stand!  All other ground, all other hopes, all other that is me is sinking sand.

“ALL other ground is sinking sand…”