Anchored.

I’ve got this current obsession with anchors. I wear anchor designs, decorate with anchor themes, and can’t get enough of a couple songs with anchor references. And it’s all because of this verse:

"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." -Hebrews 6:19a

An anchor... connects a drifting boat to steady hard ground.

An anchor... prohibits much drifting.

An anchor... is used for support.

An anchor... attaches moveable objects to immoveable.

An anchor strengthens.

And my anchor? Well, it’s my hope. That secure that provides a foundation for my soul in the midst of my insecure. This world is temporary, fleeting, and filled with emotional highs and lows that literally drain me at the end of each day. I need Someone that is strong, does not change, will not allow me to drift with the current tide, and that I can lean on for strength.

And that’s my Jesus. The answer for every broken heart longing for healing. The bedrock my faith is grounded in when I don’t understand the ever changing world around me. The source of my hope that will not and cannot change.
 
And the best news about that?

All that He is, He is for you.