Friday, February 10, 2017
I love metaphors and symbols. So when I view life, I often try to frame it through these elements. I've been doing some thinking about anchors and those things that hold me in place when the world seems a bit turbulent.
I have no real knowledge of anchors, so maybe one day someone will teach me much more, but a quick bit of research tells me that anchors dig into the seabed and serve a safety role. They keep boats out of the surf or off the rocks. An anchor works because when the anchor digs into the seabed surface or snags on a protrusion, resistance is created because of suction. The suction occurs because of the material on top of the anchor. To set an anchor the boat must be put in reverse and strain must be put on the line. You don't know if the anchor will hold unless you then pull it hard.
There are a lot of ways I could make a connection between the anchor and life. But two thoughts rise to the surface. The first is that the anchor is a means of digging into the seabed. For me God's Word is a way of digging into His truth and the reality of who He is and what His purposes are. God's Word is the means that I dig into God's heart and view on the world.
The other thing that caught me was how an anchor was set. It was set when the boat actually reversed direction, and when strain was added to the line. So when my life goes back and then there is strain, God's Word can grip hold into who He is. That's good, because an anchor I wish to share with you, is one I have already written about on this blog. Psalm 103 keeps coming back to me. When I started thinking about what portions of God's Word would keep me grounded during this bend in the road, I kept returning to this chapter.
I include the text below, with my own wording of it in purple beneath the passage. It has helped me to think about the message in my own words, to make it truly my prayer.