My Anchor Holds

I'm on a cruise in Alaska.  It's awesome!

The ocean waves remind me of a sermon my husband preached a month ago, "Falling Away."  He shared how it was a gradual process--one small step at a time. He told us that this term used in the book of Hebrews is actually a nautical term.  This term brought back a memory from my teen years.  Also...I'm sure the obvious is not lost on you--I'm on a cruise in Alaska.

Back to my point:  I lived on a lake all through my teens, and we had a floating raft that we would swim to from our dock.  It was a great place to lay in the sun or jump off into the deep water.  It was anchored with a heavy cement block attached to a chain.  The anchor kept the raft from drifting away.   

It didn't matter if we pushed off from that raft with all our might while diving into the lake or if boats went by sending waves crashing into the raft.  It stayed right there about 20 yards from the end of our dock.  Storms didn't move it nor did 10 teenagers jumping off all at the same time.  It was not going adrift because the anchor held that raft in place.

Hebrews 6:18-19 (NKJV) says.  "...we who have fled to take hold of the hope set before us may be greatly encouraged. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure."
This world is our temporary home and we have learned to live with the constant pushing and pulling against our Anchor.  It may come by way of discouragement, testing or trails pulling like gale force winds, tugging at the very core of our being.  

Yet, we who have taken hold of the hope (salvation through Christ) should be encouraged that our Anchor is Christ.  Come what may--this I know--My Anchor Holds! 


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