Yet what I found was my anchor was more secure than ever. The pain, the grief, the emptiness and the heartbreak were waves battering the hull of my life yet beneath it all, the anchor of hope held.
“This hope we have is the anchor of the soul…” Hebrews 6:19
Hope is secure as it finds its hold in the Spirit. Hope is hooked when it believes the promises of God. Hope is anchored when it sinks deep into the unfathomable love of Jesus.
So let the torrents rage. Let the waves crash. Let the sky darken and the rains pour because I know all these things must take place. Yet, I sleep well in the belly of my life’s boat because my anchor will hold as it is set in God’s enduring love for me.
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