Our family enjoys going to the beach, but we normally wait and go off season. We’ll head to the coast in late February or early April or maybe even September, when schools are back in session after a too-short summer break.

Traveling at odd times means we avoid the crowds. Sometimes, we even have the entire beach to ourselves. We once visited Destin, Florida, the last week of August and never saw another soul there.

Unfortunately, visiting off season also means the water’s cooler and the air crisper than in the height of summer. So we spend the majority of our beach time playing in the sand instead of splashing in the ocean or riding on the waves.

The kids bury one another in sand. We run along the beach and fly kites and hunt for seashells. And we build lots and lots of sandcastles.

Eventually, I got smart and started packing a sculpting set to add detail work to our sand sculptures. We embellish the castles with bricks, drawbridges, turrets and windows. We add scales, fins, and flowing hair or fiery breath to our mermaids and sea monsters.

It’s a lot of fun, but we know from the beginning these creations won’t last. Eventually, the tides roll in and carry them out to sea.

Besides, as soon as Dad’s stomach starts rumbling, he’s ready to pack up and go eat, so we couldn’t invest an inordinate amount of time on our sandcastles, even if/though we were inclined to do so.

Several years back, Doug and I built a real house. A house to live in. A house that took a substantially bigger investment of time and money than the most intricately detailed sandcastle the children and I have ever constructed.

Before we could even begin building, we had to do a couple of months’ worth of clearing the lot and pushing the dirt and preparing the pad, to ensure we’d be working on a solid foundation.

Neither we nor our builder wanted the house to crumble when storms rolled in, as they inevitably do.

Do you remember the parable Jesus told contrasting a wise man who built his house on the rock with a foolish man who built his house on the sand?

Have you ever considered the fact that both builders had heard the same message?

The difference was not in the knowledge with which they were working, but in what they did with that knowledge.

The wise man chose to obey the words of Christ. The foolish man opted not to.

Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell — and great was its fall. (Matthew 7:24-27)

Both builders worked hard. They both invested time and effort and capital in the construction. But the wise man’s obedience meant he was building on a solid foundation of rock. The foolish man’s carelessness meant he was building upon shifting sand.

In actuality, the houses are metaphors for life. They beg the question, “Into what am I pouring my time and energy and effort? Am I investing in something of eternal value, in obedience to Christ? Or am I sinking my resources into something that’ll crumble as soon as difficulties arise?

Francis Chan observed in his groundbreaking book “Crazy Love,” “Our greatest fear should not be of failure, but of succeeding at things in life that don’t really matter.”

Of course, determining what things in life matter and what things don’t can be a tricky business. That’s because God’s economy often turns the world’s economy on its head.

The world views success in terms of fame and beauty and bank accounts. Power and politics and platform building. Climbing corporate ladders and crashing through glass ceilings. Glitz and glamour.

God stresses the importance of caring for orphans and widows, clothing the naked, feeding the hungry, showing hospitality to strangers, visiting those in prison, offering a cup of water to a thirsty child. He sends us into our closet to pray in secret and tells us to give in such a way that our left hand doesn’t know what the right is doing.

So don’t fall into the trap of thinking that living in obedience to Christ means serving Him in some sort of conspicuous or grandiose way. You can do work that matters as a schoolteacher, a surgeon, a student or a stay-at-home mom. You can serve God as an accountant, an artist, an athlete or even an attorney. (Lawyer jokes aside, we are so grateful for the God-fearing attorneys we know!)

Perhaps someday the Lord may call you to do foreign missions, to pastor a megachurch or to run for president. If and when that day comes, you’ll need to answer the call.

But for the time being, work on proving yourself faithful in your present, humble circumstances. Honor God, walk in obedience and point others to Him — moment by moment, day by day, week by week — right where you are, at home or away, in the boardroom, the bedroom or at the beach.

As a stay-at-home mother of 12, Jennifer Flanders has spent the last 31 years clothing the naked, feeding the hungry and giving countless cups of water to children who claim to be thirsty — especially when they’re supposed to be in bed. To read more from this author, please visit https://lovinglifeathome.com.

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