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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

She is Anchored.

An imperfect poem from my heart to yours.

Anchored.

She held the rope tight in her hands. Ready to throw out the weight into the unseen.
The place she read about heard about but never trusted enough to believe.

But there was something growing in her while she walked on the outskirts. Something growing out of the rich dirt. Dirt that covered her bare feet and smudged the knees of her jeans. Dirt that at one point buried her and all of her dreams.

A seed. 

A seed deep within was blossoming new life. Unveiling roots of love.
Love she had not tasted before. Love that waited for her.

She stopped to savor the moment. Bare feet standing before Love. 

Love. 

She could almost make out His piercing gaze as His presence covered her.

She began to believe again. In life. In love. On purpose. 

With the seed of great faith growing out of the depths she gained the strength to throw the heavy weight.

Out into the unseen. And she believed.

 The road would no longer push her down. Leave her abandoned in the dirt. For the Father who adopts, found her.

His blood runs through her. His breath fills her lungs. And her dirty feet. Washed clean. 

She was no longer intimidated. No longer held captive by fear. No longer chained still by opinion.

She believed in Him and what He said about her.

She was strong. She was loved. But she didn't stop at contentment. No. She became love. 

Her hope was in Him. Tucked behind the sacred threshold. Sitting in the Heavenly realm.

No nothing could tear her down. Nothing could stop her now.

For she was anchored. 

Anchored in Him. 





One of my favorite translations of the bible reads, "We have this certain hope like a strong, unbreakable anchor holding our souls to God himself. Our anchor of hope is fastened to the mercy seat which sits in the heavenly realm beyond the sacred threshold, and where Jesus, our Forerunner, has in before us..." (The Passion Translation) It's encouraging knowing that He has gone before us and I imagine Him cheering us on. When we lose sight of this He often sends others across our paths to speak a word of life. Listen to Him. What He is saying about you. Brush off the dust and run my sister run.

I'm linking up with

Rich Faith Rising

and

Women With Intention


Blessings and love always,

5 comments:

  1. Just beautiful!! You are very talented. Thank you for stopping by today on the blog tour and your kind comment. Merry Christmas

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    1. Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you and your family as well.

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  2. What beautiful words. There is a song that I love called "Anchor for the Soul". I thought about it as I read this and I was reminded of how much we need something to believe in, to hold on to, to anchor us. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Wishing you a very merry Christmas!
    #FaithFilledFriday

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and for your kind words. Merry Christmas to you and your family too!

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  3. You are so talented, Misty! That anchor is a gift for the eyes and the soul.
    Hope you have a Merry Christmas!

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