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#reflective.saturday

I noticed it on the return leg of my walk.

And the word, “fastened” floated in.

“Fastened.”

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,

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?

Umm. Something to think about.