A week ago Thursday was a day that began on a sweet note and ended on another one. Thursday morning I attended corporate prayer at church. There were just a handful of us. The atmosphere was quiet. Prayer topics were arranged on a slide show. I admit there were times when I did not really go “with the show,” but instead found myself just sitting quietly in the love of God.
The rest of the day was busy. Just before bed I put in my earphones and started listening to my playlist. The last song before I went to bed was “The Anchor Holds.” I sang quietly … “The anchor holds though the ship is battered. The anchor holds though the sails are torn. I have fallen on my knees as I faced the ranging sea. The anchor holds in spite of the storm.”
As I sang, I thought of my friend Patty. Decades ago, we decided to surprise our friend Vaunda at a party her church was holding. Patty, who was in Montana, picked me up in Idaho, and we drove to California. We learned “The Anchor Holds” as we drove, singing it over and over and over again.
As I sang Thursday, I could almost sense Patty singing it with me from heaven. She went into the Presence of her Savior about 1 ½ years ago and I miss her terribly. She was only 68 years old, and I often wonder why she died so young. I just know that in this life, I only see things darkly. God had His reasons and I trust Him. “The Anchor Holds.”
“Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.” [1Corinthians 13:12 NLT]
