I turned to God when my foundation was shaking,
only to find that God was shaking my foundation.
I’ve carried this quotation with me since my early thirties, a time when the bottom fell out of my life and I fell into a deep abyss of depression and mental breakdown (or breakthrough, as I now prefer to think of it.)
My mind snapped one day, while I was alone with my three children, trying to get them to their Saturday morning activities. We were in the middle of an intersection turning left when suddenly I had no idea where I was. With cars honking all around, and the children screaming in the backseat, all I could do was cry. Fortunately, a police officer, sensing a problem stopped, and then escorted me back home.
Life, as I had been living it, no longer worked for me. My foundation did not just shake, it split open and I descended into a black hole. I then faced the daunting task of climbing out of that deep chasm and learning to be in the world anew. And I did. One step at a time.
Recognizing that I did have faith – even though it had been years since I’d set foot in a church – was a revelation. I didn’t just have faith in a higher being, but I had faith in myself.
I would have to learn the basics again – how to make Kraft dinner, how to cross the street with a walk sign, how to shop for groceries – and in time, I came to be stronger than I’d been before the fall.
This time, I was building a foundation that I could rely on. A foundation upon I which I would construct a new self.
The focus on foundation has brought a multitude of diverse responses this week – from architectural structures, to crusades, and societal and political foundations, to creativity, and dreams, inner darkness, and even makeup. Thank you all for your thoughtful responses.
I hope you will take a moment to visit the posts of all who contributed:
(If I missed anyone, please let me know.)
See you tomorrow for another challenge!