The day started out pretty well.
My Bible and prayer time in the morning was encouraging and meaningful. My exercising got done and I felt the results (ooftah).
And then when I got into the day, I started … roaming. Wandering around the house. Up and down, room to room, opening and closing the fridge door, flipping through books, scrolling through my phone.
There was work to be done, but my mind would not get focused. My thoughts felt like the little steel ball that flies around a pinball machine, hitting, bouncing, not sure where it will end up next.
I was unsettled.
My external actions reflected my internal messiness.
My thoughts were rebounding from one anxious worry to another. If there was anything to worry about, it was working its way through my brain. And you know how that goes, right? Worry results in more
worry. The fretting, the not knowing how to fix things, the “what-if’s” all start to have a party in your head.
Unless you stop the worries.
So I did.
I stopped. Right in the middle of wandering through the bedroom.
And I decided to get anchored.
Isn’t our brain marvelous? And isn’t God good?
I remembered that I could choose what I was thinking about. My thoughts were under my control. The worries could be replaced with promises. Celebrations. Gratitude. And God? Well, He really is something, isn’t he?
He is our anchor.
I stood between the bed and the rocking chair and chose to focus on my anchor. I pictured a steel, very strong, heavy anchor, that never shifted in the sand and silt, even though the ship it was securing was a mess.
When I changed what I was focusing on, my brain slowed down, my wandering stopped, and my heart lightened. My internal thoughts and my external actions did a reset.
One of my favorite songs is “The Anchor Holds” by Lawrence Chewning and Ray Boltz.
The anchor holds
Though the ship is battered
The anchor holds
Though the sails are torn
I have fallen on my knees as I face the raging seas
The anchor holds in spite of the storm
Hey, friend, if you’re feeling like you’re really being tossed by the wind and waves—whether it’s a little storm cloud or a full-blown gale—hold on to the Anchor that will never, ever let you go.
You can stop your wandering. Stop your worrisome thinking.
God’s got you.
There are some great performances of this song; here’s one of my favorites by The Crist Family.