They’re building a house next to mine.
The other day they delivered the bricks that would be used for the house. The construction site was covered in bricks of every color and size—or so it seemed—to be used for different purposes and places in the house.
But right now, they’re just a pile of bricks. They don’t have a mind of their own. They’re just bricks.
They don’t know the difference between being thrown through a window or being used to build a beautiful house. They’re just bricks. We get to decide what to do with them.
For instance, take a couple getting married.
At the beginning, each one brings to the construction site (the marriage) their own piles of bricks (their stuff—talents, dreams, baggage, etc.).
Now, remember, bricks don’t decide. They’re just bricks. We get to choose what we’ll do with them.
I’ve seen couples grab the bricks and start throwing them at each other. I’ve seen other couples take them and one-by-one build a beautiful home.
They’re just bricks. They don’t know the difference between beauty and hurt. But we do. We get to choose.
So, what are you going to do with your pile of bricks?