The ancient philosopher Sophocles once said, Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
What sort of anchor, then, do you suppose holds a mother to life when her child has been taken away from her? What motivates her strive for greatness, pour out love from the depths of her soul, give until she thinks she can give no more? What anchors a mother to life when her child no longer has one?
Today I am grateful that Evie is not my anchor. I am grateful that Micah is not my anchor. The tempest-tossed sea vessel that I am is ever so grateful that my Anchor will never leave, never forsake, never give out. The storms of life will never cease to rage, but my Anchor will always hold.
This hope we have as an anchor for the soul, both sure and steadfast. Hebrews 6:19
And it holds, my anchor holds:
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail;
By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds!