I have fond memories of our summer vacations out on Spider Lake in Traverse City, Michigan. My sister Arlene, my cousin Alma and I would take the row-boat out together. We found great pleasure in anchoring it at the island and getting out of the teetering boat, having full confidence the anchor would keep the boat from drifting while we went off to explore.
Perhaps it is that memory that compelled me to purchase and hang up my new favorite wall hanging.
I have had many seasons in life when my anchor of hope was replaced with an anchor of fear, despair, confusion…..
As I look back on those times, I not only found that I drifted far off course, I also found the waters to be very rough.
Tonight I wonder what is anchoring your soul….
Are you familiar with what a solid anchor hope is…
Could it be that you once had hope as an anchor and something or someone replaced your solid anchor with one that doesn’t hold quite as firm…
I encourage you to spend some time finding the anchor of hope and invite others to do the same!