Sandcastles are whimsical, magical sculptures. From the time I was a little girl growing up along the southern Atlantic shores, I sat at the edge of the waves on Jacksonville Beach or Little Talbot Island dumping bucketfuls of wet beach sand on top of each other, constructing my own castle in the sand.
These days when I find myself visiting ocean-anywhere I still drop to my knees to build yet another marvelous sandy structure.
I love to wade in the surf watching the delight of children feeling sand between their toes, enjoying their squeals of excitement racing into the waves. Some plunging in, others turning and attempting to outrun the foaming crests.
Oh, and there’s the joy of seeing the adult facade melt from a parent’s or a grandparent’s face as childhood memories wash over them and they join their children in a frivolous romp along the
shore.
Salty air, puffy clouds, dancing waves, and a bucket and shovel—a sure ‘nough recipe for fun. Family vacations drawing us together, refreshing relationships, and cementing bonds and memories we will carry for a lifetime.
The brevity of these fanciful structures always lead me to question the stability and building code of my own home. Because many of us have employed sandcastle theology to construct the places we live and the relationships we invest in.
God tells us:
“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman keeps awake in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; for He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they shall not be ashamed, when they speak with their enemies in the gate” (Psalm 127 NAS).

Is your home built on the solid Rock foundation of the Jesus? Or are you building a cheap, knock-off, mish-mash of pride that is likely to be swept away in the first high tide of selfishness, riptide of anger, or tsunami of indebtedness or infidelity?
The Lord Jesus is the only Rock. Our stronghold. Our Savior. And the Bible is our instruction manual. The answer to every problem we face individually, as a family, and as a nation can be found in our Lord Jesus Christ and the blueprint for reconstruction lies in the pages of His Word.
If your home and family need remodeling just ask Him.
“The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness…The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him” (Lamentations 3:22-25 NAS).

And He is able to rescue, repair, and rebuild what we believe should be demolished. The home He rebuilds is able to withstand life’s ocean of howling storms because He is our Shield and our Protector. All you have to do is ask and place your faith and trust in the Master Builder.

I lived in Orange Park for four years- small world my friend. I loved Talbot Island and Amelia island. Do miss it, but glad to be back in Texas. But anywhere God leads me, He is my foundation and the rock of my salvation.
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Oceanside is where I feel closest to God. I know He’s with us everywhere, but there’s something about sitting amongst ‘the grains of sand,’ viewing His majesty, and acknowledging the fragility of all that is on the beach in contrast with the mighty waves is powerful for me. And earlier this year, I was one of those adults whose childhood memories reflected in my face as I romped in the waves – without any children to give the illusion that I was just keeping them company! Not a lot of ocean in Oklahoma, so when I get seaside, I have to soak it in, write it down, and make the experience last for a long time.
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Shel, me too. Dallas, Texas, doesn’t have many beaches. This old Florida gal misses them and makes the most of time there. Thanks for reading and responding to my blog.
DiAne
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I love your pics, Diane. What a great way to support a good message. We lived near the beach when our oldest daughter was little. We missed that when we moved back to Texas. Still enjoy vacationing on the beach, the mountains, too Anywhere but flat plains where we live. Ha!
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I know what you mean, Janet. Dallas isn’t as flat as your side of Texas, but there isn’t any ocean here.
DiAne
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