The Anchor Holds
As I sit in this tub for physical relief I’m not able to run from my emotional distress. As we all know you could leave the country and your feelings would still be with you. It’s hard when all your energy to fight is gone. When you’ve had nothing but countless hours to think about your struggle and ponder what it might mean for the future.
I guess the good news is my strength has long been gone. Yet, Jesus keeps carrying me leaving just one set of footprints behind. No, my faith hasn’t left me, but my strength has been long gone. I’m somewhere I’ve never been before. Because no matter what I can’t run or hide from my biggest issues.
My greatest fear is not losing some job or position. My greatest fear is not whether others see how weak I really am. My greatest fear is to not be found faithful through all the suffering. I’m doing everything I can to hold on to Jesus for dear life. In fact, if my little hand was not in God’s Big hand I would definitely fall apart.
The days are getting longer. The nights are getting harder. I’m at that point where I’ve tried every other lifeline but they’ve all disappointed me deeply. Only my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has remained a steady anchor through this furious storm. I guess I can truly testify now that the anchor does hold in spite of the storm.
“This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls.”