Hebrews 6:19 This hope
we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast and which enters the
Presence behind the veil.
Standing on the deck of our condo, I look over Pensacola
Bay, there is a soft breeze, causing the waves to lap softly onto shore; such a
beautiful view and a soothing sound. A
small boat rocks gently, anchored to one of the many buoys scattered up and
down the shoreline as the rising sun dances over the water, mingling streaks of
pink and orange with the blues and greens.
Doesn’t that sound like a “calendar-worthy”
picture? It is this morning but last
night was a different story.
Last evening, the skies grew dark and started to rumble; the
soft breeze became a stiff wind and the sound of waves hitting the shore,
changed from a “gentle lap” to an “angry slap.” Suddenly, three men rushed down to the beach
and out into the water…WHAT???? Didn’t
they know there was a storm…CRAZY
SPRINGBREAKERS!
Maybe they were a little crazy but they were also on a
mission…the small boat had come loose from the buoy that held it anchored and
the strong wind was blowing it toward the dock where soon it would crash.
I watched one man jump in the boat to start it, while the other two stood in the water steering it away from the dock. Finally, they got the boat started and fighting the wind and angry waters of the Bay, were able to re-anchor the boat to a buoy far away from the dangerous dock.
I watched one man jump in the boat to start it, while the other two stood in the water steering it away from the dock. Finally, they got the boat started and fighting the wind and angry waters of the Bay, were able to re-anchor the boat to a buoy far away from the dangerous dock.
Such is life…As we bounce along on the “Sea of Life,” gently swaying, enjoying the rising sun on our face,
we don’t realize that our moorings have loosened. We look around and spy the anchor buoy drifting
nearby and settle back, unconcerned, until….the skies darken and a storm blows
into our life. Suddenly, the anchor
fades and the dock looms threatening as the cruel winds carry us swiftly toward
destruction.
We cry out and He is there…Right in the MIDST OF THE STORM, Jesus will get in your boat. He has been listening for your cry and just waiting to steer you back to the anchor.
We cry out and He is there…Right in the MIDST OF THE STORM, Jesus will get in your boat. He has been listening for your cry and just waiting to steer you back to the anchor.
Sometimes we don’t realize we have come loose from the
anchor, until a storm begins to blow all around.
DON’T WAIT FOR THE
STORM.
Check your moorings, today; while the sun is shining and the
breezes are gentle. Are the ropes
becoming a little frayed? Has the slackness increased? Has the distance between the anchor buoy and
the dangerous dock changed? If you have
just been drifting oblivious to conditions, make the necessary corrections NOW…DON’T WAIT FOR THE STORM!
“In the Eye of the Storm, you remain in control
In the Middle of the War, you guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me, in the Eye of the Storm.” (Ryan
Stevenson)