I noticed it on the return leg of my walk.
And the word, “fastened” floated in.
Words of a hymn, “We have an anchor,” learned in childhood, followed.
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
steadfast and sure while the billows roll;
fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love!
And I think now of the questions posed in the first verse,
Umm. Something to think about.