“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure” (Hebrews 6:19a, NIV).
This month, we celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. THIRTY years. Our honeymoon seems like yesterday and now as the decades slip by, it feels like I’m hanging on white-knuckled, hair blasted back in the whip of the wind, laughing somewhat hysterically beside my man as we voyage the journey of marriage.
Marriage compares to a sailing expedition of epic proportions with smooth seas and spectacular sunsets, but ever the threat of storms lurking on the horizon. There are both extremes, and we all learn to appreciate the luxury of still waters once we’ve come through the eye of a storm. But true survival is all about the anchor.
Our anchor is Jesus. Deep down, we all crave stability. From an early age, we are comforted in the knowledge that we are safe and that there is Someone greater who will hold us securely throughout a storm. Jesus is the anchor for our very souls.
There’s a danger that may we choose our spouse as our anchor. Friend, this never works well! As crew members on board with differing strengths, abilities, and insecurities, we need Someone greater than both of us. One Who is willing to dive down to the depths and take root—a literal Savior.
When we trust our anchor, Jesus, with any peril looming on the horizon, we can live confidently and joyfully. We can be prepared for the storm without living in its shadow every day, anticipating a shipwreck of monster proportions. And in the balmy seasons of sunshine, we get to rest in Him—enjoying the calm waters with our honey.
That’s what I’m planning on doing for the NEXT thirty years or so.