Anchor

My Anchor Holds True

Why do I allow myself to drift? I have security, everything I need. Then, a wave comes or curiosity getting the best of me, I turn my head to something seemingly harmless, entertaining, "better". Something intriguing is on the horizon. I peruse, explore further, all the while drifting. Soon, no longer mindful of my tether, I sail full speed ahead.

My anchor stays put. The opportunity must be allowable, as I drift for quite some time. Eventually, I get lost in my new surroundings, thoughts, and views.Disaster hides its face. This must mean I have approval, yet I am reminded of my place when the rope pulls taut. There is this inertia which occurs when a boat drifts to the end of its chain. There is a tug, a pause, and then a drift back in the direction it should have remained. That tug holds weight, often painful but necessary. I am grateful. It is the only action that pulls me back in the appropriate direction.

My Anchor? Allow me to tell you about my Anchor. Its powerful grip will always overpower my ability to drift a great distance. It protects and lovingly holds me. It says to me, "Something tempting may float into view. The waves may come and attempt to shake and pull you from my grasp, but I am stronger than the wind and the tides. Rest in my safe harbor. Even though there are times you may forget I am here, imbedded in the sand, holding you in place, I will never fail to remember the promise I made to you, to never let you go."

How grateful I am for the Anchor, who may not always be clear in my vision but ever-present still. Thank you for tugging me back into your lapping waves of grace.