A House of Cards

I was immediately brought back to camp when we had t build the card house in class. I know it had some significant meaning. When we read what C.S. Lewis had to say about his faith, it made me think a lot about my own life. One of the things that C.S. Lewis said was that God already knew C.S. Lewis’ faith but God wanted him to discover that his faith was not as strong as he thought. I felt like that whole analogy of the cards house related to my own life. Before my dad passed away, everything was pretty much going well for me. I knew that my dad was sick but I was having faith in God that everything would work out. However, I failed to ask myself if I would still be able to praise God if the outcome of is illness didn’t turn out the way I wanted. I ended up losing my dad and for about the first month, my card house seemed pretty sturdy. Then eventually, I began questioning my faith and it seemed like everything fell apart. It’s interesting because when a person builds a card house, they do whatever they can to protect it because the slighted tap may bring everything down. After going through my questioning of the faith period, I not make sure to guard my heart in every circumstance. I do not know if this post made any sense at all. This was just kind of me babbling some of my thoughts. I’ve concluded that my faith is like a house of cards. I think it is a work in progress to have faith the size of a mustard seen as Jesus said. But if God has given us any reason to doubt Him but we choose to praise, it does not go unnoticed by the savior.