... A ship finds itself tied off to a sturdy dock; harbored and protected from the unrelenting tempest out in open waters; woven tightly into ONE within a seam of wood planks and weathered rope. Give those around you something sturdy and steadfast to tie off to; YOUR lives. Through vulnerability and transparency, open up your lives to them as harbors of safety and restoration; making a bold proclamation to move against the current of conformity and comfortability..... Being the Church that we were called to be....

... Allow them to tie off to YOU mighty Anchor. Bless you!

... REST in quiet confidence and humble contentment; steadfast in truth that the Author of our salvation; the Architect of life itself; IS WITH US... guiding us down, and lighting the very path that He has willed into existence; the very novel that He has written with His meticulous and grace filled hands; a cobble stone path that He has set our treasured feet upon...

... He is able to guard what we've entrusted into His hands.... Our lives; the precious gift of our hearts...

... as each grace-filled breath rushes in; expanding and filling our forever dependent and needy lungs; thankfulness floods over us and overwhelms our hearts; knowing that each incremental step of the journey is a treasured gift from the very hands of our Maker. We are moved by gratitude and thankfulness; lifting our sails heavenward; shoving off into uncharted waters and unfathomable depths of faith; cutting all ties with the shore that beckons to keep us close within her arms; responding to love WITH love. And as we lovingly trust the Compass that resides within our chest with each faith-filled "yes" that falls from our lips, many of hearts will be lifted from stormy seas on our course; baring great evidence of heavenly perfection in our masts as we love with no regard or hesitation....

... Passionate prayers break the silence of empty houses; lips delivering the narratives that echo and reverberate off of battered wood floors and weathered walls. Not one has gone astray; not one has been lost; each being carefully received and embraced by the ONE that examines all hearts.... Your prayers and petitioning have been heard; God knowing all that is pressing in and causing weight and pressure to build within your chest cavity; a stretching of the seams of faith; a tearing that is the catalyst of discomfort AND growth; a building of muscle and limberness. Hold firmly to your anchor of hope, and find comfort that God is bringing you to a place of greater revelation and wisdom; of peace and joy; of purpose and of passion; finding comfort knowing that His silence is proof that He is at work.... Be anchored into today; present and available to receive, and to bless with the God-given radiance that emanates from you.

... OUR toes have met the edge; each incremental stride ushering us nearer to the faith filled leap we must take; away from the safety prior to our departure; far from the security of flat and stable footing; leaving behind all that we knew for something foreign, yet divine. Our heart knows this place; palpitations thundering through the threading of our veins; rattling the very cage of our ribs as our breath seems to escape us in a game of hide and seek. But within the tempest there is peace. WE have followed His footsteps here to this very place; confidence being found in His leading; strength imparted in our weakness; sight rendered in our blindness. He has led the way FOR us; a broken and tattered mosaic that victoriously sets our hearts toward heaven as light permeates the shards of glass that compose it...

... As we receive wisdom and strength and peace to leave the safety of the ledge, WE too give confidence to all that follow the light that emanates from us; a heavenly lantern illuminating the path home...

... Lead the way. Guide them to the TRUTH that has found you, and the TRUTH that you have received with all hope and confidence. You have been chosen and trusted to walk in Christ's footsteps. Lead the way mighty Anchor. Amen.

... this very juncture in time; the backdrop that has been painted ever so delicately on the canvas; the cobble stones on which my weathered and tattered feet are bound; the sea of faces, the ripples of colors and textures, the beckoning of light and of sound. You, Lord, have penned me in this chapter with ink and with steady hand; love calling out the beauty that has been held hostage for so many years. Illuminate all that I must see and lay hold of; calling to the water's surface the destiny within each fleeting moment in it's brevity; aligning each puzzle piece to reveal the intended design. Their faces; their countenance; their very spirit and confession; a reflection of who I am, and who I am becoming. The impossible stands before me; green eyes setting their gaze upon mine; whispering into my ears the Author's truths; the Author who knows nothing of impossible. They are only a shadow of who YOU are becoming...

.... soak in every moment; drawing from it all that God has for you; a stepping stone into God's best for your life; a life that WILL change the trajectory of the multitude. You are a mighty[ANG-ker]!!! Hold on to your Everything; the one who has given you everything.

Anchor, we are chained to you; permanently fixed and held stationary by your unrelenting strength; a divinely crafted marriage that not even death can separate. The tide cannot lay hold of our hull and steal us away within the night; the waves will not rise and abandon us on distant shores. Our roots shatter solid ground and dive into the depths of the nourishing Soil; anchoring into Life itself. Winter comes like a thief in the night; stripping us bare of all external beauty; Summer bullying us with thirst and parched lips; Spring and Fall dancing with our emotions; clothing us with vivid and stunning colors; dissipating and fading within the seasons that proceed forth with no patch of loyalty sown upon the breast of their coats. Anchor, we are forever anchored into You; the confession upon our lips being that “you ARE good; it IS who you are; faithful through gales and tidal surges; eternally dressing our branches with heavenly fruit in, and through, each season that arrives and quickly fades away.” Our eyes are fixed upon yours; patiently awaiting Your slightest signal.

… We are watched over in our coming and going; never found separated from the One who created us. Adopt that which has been exampled for us; becoming the guardian and watchman over those written into the pages of your book; tying off their vessels to the [an-chor] that you ARE. Protect and nourish. Amen