Since the weather has cooled off a bit and so many are soothed and encouraged by the ocean, I decided to share this series again. The timing seems perfect. Hope you are all well and safe. We will get through this!
Have you ever walked past a dock where all the boats are moored? You can “hear” the mooring ropes as the waves hit against the boats. If the wind is strong or there has been a storm it is even louder. The pulling, stretching and pressure put on these ropes over time is strong.
Upon investigation, some of those ropes look very old and worn, yet they still maintain their strength. Even upon fraying, the rope that remains seems to be stronger than before. I suppose over time, and without the help of the boat’s owner, the rope will eventually break and need replaced or repaired.
Sometimes we feel like that old mooring rope. We are holding on, being thrown a little bit in different directions. We sometimes feel very frayed when a prayer that we have uttered for years doesn’t seem to be answered.
Can you relate?
But, as always, the boat’s owner repairs, replaces or strengthens the rope. Just like our Father. He offers repair, He offers strength and even replaces our faith with a renewal of faith. And in the midst of the pulling, stretching and pressure…we get a little stronger.
So feeling like an old mooring rope might not be such bad thing.
Have you ever watched the sailboats and ships while sitting on the shoreline? Some of them seem to glide effortlessly across the water. Others seem to go at a much slower pace. Some even appear to have dropped their anchor and just sit still.
An anchor is a device, normally made of metal, used to connect a vessel to the bed of a body of water to prevent the craft from drifting due to wind or current.
Do you ever feel like you are being tossed back and forth in the waves of “life”? There were many times in my life that I wondered if I could hang on myself. And sometimes I was drifting and did not know it until I saw the distance to the shore!
We have coasted out from the shoreline a time or two on boats. No wake, the water crystal clear and beautiful. We wanted to stay there…in the peaceful and calm water. But the wind or even other boats’ waves would move us up and down, side to side. How on earth could we stay put?
We dropped an anchor. It hit the sand with a thud and we knew we would stay put. We relaxed, rested and the peace simply engulfed us. How wonderful we had that anchor on board!!
Our soul, once given up to Christ, is firm and secure! What do we know about anchors? They are stable, they are buried and they stay firm! Good news, is that we can say the same for our souls…once we have been born again. The anchor holds!
Are those seas rough? Are you being tossed a little too much for your liking? Grab hold of that anchor!