Anchored

I once borrowed a video called "Kingdom of the Seahorse". I didn't realize how fascinating they were until I watched this program. They come in, and can change into, some of the most beautiful colors. When babies are born, they are fully formed and independent. I also learned that they make their homes in the sea grass beds, and feel safest when holding on to their piece of grass or something else. So long as they have an anchor, they are OK.

And the thought occurred to me that we should be the same way. Moreover, we should make sure our anchor is the strongest kind there is in a world like today's. We should seek to be anchored to GOD through a personal relationship with Him, through prayer and the study of His Word.

It reminded me just now of the hymn by Priscilla J. Owens: "Will Your Anchor Hold?", that was inspired by Hebrews 6:19. Here are the two preceding verses as well: "Wherein God, willing more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of his counsel, confirmed [it] by an oath: That by two immutable things, in which [it was] impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us: Which [hope] we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;"

"Will Your Anchor Hold?"

 

"Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

[Refrain]
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.

 

It is safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And the cables passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy the blast, through strength divine.

It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,
When the breakers have told the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.

It will surely hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill our latest breath;
On the rising tide it can never fail,

While our hopes abide within the veil."

*Source: http://www.hymnal.net/hymn.php/h/331

 

May we be like the seahorse, and make sure we have an anchor-that holds!

Blessings,

Adelaide