Nothing is certain in this life. My expectation that babies should be born to live healthy lives was buried with my beautiful granddaughter Molly who died at 7 days. My assumption that good, not perfect, parenting covered with generous prayers would produce well adjusted young adults died when our prodigal left home, abused drugs and lived on the streets for a time. Joblessness, suffering, and robbery were also not on my agenda for my children.
Though I wake up every day with a to do list, the truth is “you do not know what tomorrow will bring.” (James 4:14) Our uncertain world is experiencing certain birth pangs in the form of natural disasters (tornado’s, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, volcanoes and super storms) and the increasing pains of terrorism, war, disease and spreading evil.
Substance, mountain and anchor all speak to One who is immovable and weighty even when the earth reels. Did you know the anchor has symbolized the Christian virtue of hope since the time of Christ? How I need the assurance of hope that all will be made right one day, that the Rock of Christ will steady my faith when the pains of life threaten.
May your days be governed by peace that comes from knowing the Anchor of our faith, Jesus, the Mountain that is God and the Holy Spirit; the eternal unshakable Trinity cannot be moved.
Wow! Thank you for sharing your story. I just read it to my husband. Love you from St. Augustine. We are so thankful for all you do. You have been through so much! I appreciate you. ? Raising up my three little ones… Jesus have mercy on us all. Love this ballet of the Prodigal.