A Test of Trust
Each of us has a castle. A castle we've planned and established to the detail, all we have to do is build it. But God has a castle too. A castle specially designed for each of us. Generally God's castle contains a few elements of our own, but on the whole, it is usually quite different from the one we had anticipated. My castle was laid on the foundation of fiction, wrought with the stones of wishful thinking, and patterned after perfection. Unfortunately most of ours are that way. Between the ages of 10 to 15 I read voraciously. But my reading was mostly based on a romantic ideal of noble manhood, virtuous maidens, and only dragons and bottomless chasms barring their path. In my halls, there was never any lack; poverty never reared its many faceted head. I was never threatened by a whirlwind of doubt or washed out by the murky waters of deception. All was as it should be. If deception was there, it came in small pools which we could bypass, or a small rive...