“Anchor Deep” I had written 10 years ago, to encourage your soul or with someone who needs the Saviour Hand.
Anchor Deep, this written piece was inspired from a beautifully written book of Max Lucado, Six Hours One Friday: Hurricane Warnings.
I have always likened my difficult times to a journey sailing through a rough thunderstorm, charting the uncertainties and battling the odds, but with all my strength sapped. Efforts came to naught and the end seems near… With weather-beaten fragility, I still hold on tight, bobbing along the lashing waves, not letting go, never.
Your storms of life brewing right now?
In His Strength– “… Do not be fainthearted or afraid; do not be terrified or give way to panic before them. For the Lord your God is the one who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory.” – Deuteronomy 20:3-4
In His Promises– Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress. He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away their chains. – Psalm 107:13-14
In His Love– “Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?” – Matthew 7:9-10
The sky blanketed in sudden darkness
The wind hollered at gale force
The trees swaying in a matchless rhythm
Uninvited. Unexpected. Uncontrollable.
Cold sweat coalesced. Tension mounted. Perplexities hounded.
The weather is brewing…
To the Power of the Cross.
The sails jostled relentlessly
The hull throbbed awash
The storm whipped incessantly
Thunder rumbled. Rain rattled. Waves lashing.
Doubts. Apprehension. Disillusion.
My hope is eluding…
To the Love of Christ.
The waves buffeted with futility
The sea resounded with finality
A soul tossed with fatality
Yet futile. Yet final. Yet fatal.
The blows. The crumbles. The crunch.
Yet Heaven seems so distant…
To the Truth of His Promises.
For that pair of Hands across the uncharted water of death.
For that Voice even storm stands still.