Little bit has been obsessively listening lately to some recent songs by Maren Morris. We’re excited to go see her at the Houston Rodeo next Saturday.
There’s one song that’s been playing a lot in our house called Bones.
I actually stopped this week and listened to all the lyrics:
We’re in the homestretch of the hard times
We took a hard left, but we’re alright
Yeah, life sure can try to put love through it, but
We built this right, so nothing’s ever gonna move it
When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain cause you and I remain the same…
The house don’t fall when the bones are good
It’s been a glass shattering few weeks.
Some really good stuff in the middle of the hard but the hard has been the baseline.
I’m tired. And I’m detaching because I’m tired of fighting a thunderstorm with a broken umbrella.
There’s a much older version of Maren Morris’ Bones written by Matthew in the Bible. It’s a story of two home builders – one who built a house on the sand and it fell apart in the middle of storms and one who built his house on a rock and it withstood the winds and storms.
You know though, even when you’re standing in a house on a rock, those storms sure feel like it’s going to send your house collapsing down around you.
But the bones are good.
The house stands.
And everyone feels braver and safer when the next storm comes because you know you can weather it.
Sunday morning, the kids and I will help lead in worship at our church. How appropriate on this first Sunday of Lent, we get to stand up there, broken and weatherbeaten, and encourage people that we’ll all get through the storms when we’re in a house built on the Rock.