Watching and seeing memories fading, my heart breaking.
What was life now slipping away, changing while still holding on.
Walking through seasons of complication, footsteps that feel unsure.
Days of loneliness and fear of isolation, questioning purpose and the future ahead.
There’s those days, you know. Days that don’t make sense, days where you just want to hide away and you’re not sure that what is coming is something you can face. Days after you’ve remembered and you’ve celebrated all you believe. You rejoice in the empty tomb knowing that it’s what makes your own heart full, but you still feel like what you are holding in your hands is just too heavy.
All these days.
The sea tosses and turns, and the waves roll and crash and the ocean seems too big and so large. And you’re so small. What chance do you have? And just when it’s all coming down, when you’re overcome and about to let go,
You’re just out of view, the shoreline feels far.
But you’re held.
There’s this anchor.
This anchor that hold secure.
And it holds onto the soul.
It pulls you out of the depths, it grasps tight when you’re in the waves. When the surge and the undertow try to pull you away, trying to make you let go of all you know to be true, this anchor holds you. You can’t see it. You wouldn’t know it’s there. But it’s got your life. It’s strength cannot be broken, it won’t let you go.
You cry out in the storm.
Lost and afraid.
But your steadied.
You are held.
Hope anchors the soul.
This metal down deep a symbol of what I believe. The reason why I celebrated a tomb that was empty, a victory that was won. It won’t let me go. It’s a city on a hill, it’s light in the darkness. It gives me a future, it doesn’t put me to shame. It gives my soul rest.
I can’t live my life without this hope.
In times of pain, I have hope. In times of joy, I have hope. In times of mourning, I have hope. In times of doubt, I have hope. In times of loneliness, I have hope. In times of confusion, I have hope. In times of celebration, I have hope.
I HAVE THIS HOPE.
It’s holding onto me.
We’re holding onto each other.
We don’t always understand the storms we face. We don’t always know how we are going to get to the shore.
But we know.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul. Firm and secure.
Whether the seas are calm and the suns shining bright, or the tempest is blowing and the skies are dark and grey – don’t lose hope.
Look for the glimmer, search for the promise.
Hold onto your anchor.
Hold onto your hope.
Hold onto Him.