There’s an old parable from the Bible that’s been echoing in my heart lately:

“The wise man built his house upon the rock…”

It tells of two men—one wise, one foolish. The wise man built his house on solid rock; the foolish one on shifting sand. When the rains poured and the winds howled, the wise man’s house stood firm while the foolish man’s collapsed.

That’s life, isn’t it?

We don’t always see it, but we’re building something every day—relationships, routines, mindsets, identities. But what are we building on? What’s underneath it all? Because when the storm hits—and it always does—it’s the foundation that will be tested.

I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve built on sand more times than I can count.

Being impulsive, I’ve often rushed decisions, fallen into relationships too fast, depended on people to give me what I hadn’t yet given myself: security, love, peace. And when those storms rolled in—heartbreak, disappointment, betrayal—everything I had built came crashing down. Not just because they weren’t strong… but because I wasn’t rooted.

But something changed after my last heartbreak. I stopped asking, “Why didn’t this work?” and started asking, “What am I building on?”

That question became the beginning of this season of growth I’m in now.

I’m learning that the foundation I need to pour is not in someone else—it’s in me.

So I’m stripping everything down to the studs:

— Letting go of toxic habits

— Saying goodbye to numbing agents like alcohol

— Rewiring the way I love, the way I eat, the way I see myself

— Dismantling patterns born from pain and replacing them with intention

I’m healing from the inside out.

Facing fears I used to run from.

Feeling pain I used to bury.

Reconstructing my self-worth from the ground up.

This isn’t a pretty process. It’s messy. It’s hard. It’s lonely at times. But it’s also sacred. Because I know that what I build now—on truth, on worth, on peace—will last. And when love does come again, it will find a home that doesn’t need rescuing or fixing… just someone to sit with me on the porch after the storm has passed.

So if you’re in your rebuilding season too, know this:

There is peace in the chaos.

There is strength in starting over.

And there is beauty in laying the rock beneath your feet.

This time… we build to last.