We sang a song in church a few weeks ago and my mind still rehearses the words. For some reason, this week I cling desperately to the words and meaning behind them. I must not allow the storms to shade the light of day.
“Though the angry surges roll on my tempest-driven soul, I am peaceful, for I know …
I’ve an anchor safe and sure, that can evermore endure. But in Christ I can be bold …” – (My Anchor Holds – lyrics by William C. Martin)
The winds do wildly blow on my bark so small and frail. It’s as though I feel there’s no relief in sight and I may crumble at any moment.
But that’s when my God speaks peace to me, “Be still, my child — you are worried about things that I can handle. Your job is to rest in me and let me be your strong anchor in the midst of the storms.”
Rest. Abide. Trust.