“COME TO ME CONTINUALLY. I am meant to be the Center of your consciousness, the Anchor of your soul. Your mind will wonder from Me, but the question is how far you allow it to wander. An anchor on a short rope lets a boat drift only slightly before the taut line tugs the boat back toward the center. Similarly, as you drift away from Me, My Spirit within you gives a tug, prompting you to return to Me. As you become increasingly attuned to My Presence, the length of rope on your soul’s Anchor is shortened. You wander only a short distance before feeling that inner tug–telling you to return to your true Center in Me.”
Young, Sarah. Jesus calling: devotions for every day of the year. Liturgical, 2008. Print.
What a powerful word to describe our relationship to God, like Him or not. Its the reason believers feel secure and the reason many choose not to believe in Him at all. Yesterday’s Jesus Calling entry really got my mind going. I felt led to share my journal entry with you from yesterday.
“I love that we have created a short tether together. In many seasons of my life, I didn’t turn to you. I barely knew you. But, you were my anchor all along. With the long tether between us, I rarely felt your tug, unless I drifted really far away. Sometimes, the rope was so long, it didn’t seem my boat was tied to an anchor at all. But there you were, in the same place all along. It was me all along that drifted away from you.
Even though it seemed you had moved from me, that isn’t the nature of an anchor. An anchor stays in one spot. When it felt like I hadn’t heard from you, or felt your tug on heart, it was only because the rope was so long between us that it took that long for me to feel you resisting against my far stretching drift. But then I would feel you and begin to return to the center. As I returned, the same waves of doubt, fear, and temptation would toss me and send me away from you. But you were always in the same spot, never moving.
The more I have gotten to know you, the harder I have worked with you to shorten the rope. I feel your tugs often. We get so close in distance sometime, it seems that the waves can’t/don’t have the space to come between us. When I have allowed space between us, that is when I make room for storms to come between us.
But there you are. You never moved. You keep me centered. You never leave me. You are always in the same place, anchored in my heart.”