A Crack in the Foundation

When you get married in your twenties, you get excited to start your life independently from your parents and WITH a partner. You start building a tower with a few pieces of life experience that you have and the only way you know to build is up. It makes sense. Towers are meant to be tall right?

And then an earthquake happens.  Everything you once knew is now shattered. Gone. Unsafe. Unhealthy.  It may even threaten to take your life.

Once you are at ground zero though you start looking around and you feel incredibly hopeless because the shrapnel that is all around you looks unfixable. Rendered useless. You start to look closer at the remains and notice there were hundreds of tiny cracks in the cement.  Your attempts at building taller only amounted to more weakness until the foundation could not withstand the storm. There are a few things that you find that can be useful in rebuilding such as the lessons you learned about what you need and want, and what God has called you to do.  Amongst the pieces you pick up are the children that you are incredibly thankful for. When you look at them it forces you to put down the pieces of regret that fell off the peak of the old tower.

Then you say to yourself:

“Will I ever be able to rebuild from this?”

“Who is going to love a broken tower?”

“What if I make this mistake again?”

The moment of truth then hits you square in the face and you find out the answer is "yes".  With someone who is willing to build a tower with a rock solid foundation. One who has been in your shoes before and knows exactly where the errors were made. A person who understands that the base of the tower needs to be wider.  They add a few support braces that can be placed in the corner to prevent rattling when the intensity level of the earthquake reaches it’s strongest point. A guy with a few pieces of his own tower that fill in the spaces of your broken one and add extra color.

Sometimes you just need to start over to get what you should have had all along.

You decide to bring a few parts and leave the rest.

We have brought our kids, our lessons, and the clothes on our backs. 

We are currently stumbling upon pure happiness, health, and hundreds of giggles. But most importantly we now know that broken towers do not stop the creation of new towers. The old ones just get put in their proper place.  

The kids have been brought together and they are the cutest things since the history of ever. 

The towers on the right were our old marriages and the tower on the left is what we are currently building.

Could it really get any better than this? I don't know. One thing I am sure about is that I am TOTALLY willing to find out...