Yesterday Jim pushed me out in my wheelchair to the back door of the garage where I had a clear view of the tire swing. I marveled over the thought that the long rope with tight knots had been there as long as the swing.
"Did you ever change the rope," I asked Jim.
As I sat soaking in fresh air from my chair and admiring the deep blue sky, I mused over the thought that the swing moves back and forth. Sometimes it twirls in circles and blows around in the wind. But ultimately it is anchored to the large branch on the majestic maple tree that stands in the yard.
In recent months, I have swung back and forth between medical challenges and happy dates with Jim at the park. I have gone around in circles trying to make life altering decisions. I have weathered good times and rough times but in the end I am anchored to my heavenly Father--securely tied, safely held.
In the book of Hebrews, chapter six, it speaks to this very thing when it says:
"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure."
No matter which way I'm swinging or twirling, I am anchored firm and secure.
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