Posted by: trbccoffeebreak | July 22, 2020

An Anchor For My Soul

“This hope (this confident assurance) we have as an anchor of the soul (it cannot slip and it cannot break down under whatever pressure bears upon it) – a safe and steadfast hope that enters within the veil (of the heavenly temple, that most Holy Place in which the very presence of God dwells).” Hebrews 6:19 (AMP)

The Earth is covered with about 71% water, and the oceans make up 96.5% of that water. Water is never motionless, it’s constantly moving. The “water cycle” moves water from place to place and from one form to another. Metaphorically, what if we viewed human lives as sailing vessels? Barges, warships, cruise ships, kayaks, row boats, dinghy, yachts and the list could go on. As with lives, there are many different kinds of watercrafts and as with people all these vessels are different in size and function. Yachts are playgrounds for the ultra-wealthy. Warships are the equivalent of an airstrip, arsenal and small town wrapped in steel. Cruise ships are designed as floating amusement parks and a kayak is a one man self-propelled adventure. However, every water transport known to man has one common denominator…an anchor, which for safety purposes is the number one must have on any watercraft.

If we imagine our lives as a boat and God as the Anchor; then the rope between the two represents our life’s journey. What would our ropes say? What would our ropes look like? Would your rope be frayed or mended, tangled or unraveled, new or used, weak or strong, tired or energetic? Would the rope of your life be securely attached to the Anchor at all times or occasionally? Or would your rope be dangling off the side of your boat tossed about with each wave of life? When the storms of life rage and the seas of uncertainty get choppy; hurling us around and we can’t see the shore. The most important piece of gear needed to stabilize and survive any storm is the Anchor.

Our vessels may have been through the scariest of angry storms or the wildest surges being battered and bruised. However, it is never too late to attach ourselves to the Anchor that holds against any gale because it’s impossible to sail through life without the Anchor as our number one must have.

“Father, life will have tempest and squalls, but Your unseen hand holds back the disturbance and sees us through the downpour, thunder and lightning safely sheltered in Your harbor.”

For His Glory

Kim Lacey Schock (
TRBC Women’s Life


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