“Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, when the clouds unfold their wings of strife?” — Hymn lyrics by Priscilla Owens, 1882
The image of an anchor has held power in multiple religions throughout history. In places far from ships and the sea, this symbol of security and safety is prolific. Anchors in art and architecture. Anchor jewelry and tattoos. Malls are built around “anchor stores.” In personal and mental health, we ask ourselves, “What anchors me? What gives me a sense of security and safe harbor, especially in moments of change, challenge or turmoil?”
In the sixth chapter of Hebrews, we read: “So we who have found safety with him are greatly encouraged to hold firmly to the hope placed before us. We have this hope as an anchor for our lives.” Paul is speaking of the promise of eternal life in Christ.
Carolyn Ancell
God gifts us with many other kinds of anchors, as well. Do we recognize them as God-given? People who are or have been anchors for us. Places current, in memory, or in our imagination that anchor us. Experiences or learnings that have offered a secure anchor emotionally, morally or spiritually. Maybe we have been, or are, an anchor for others?
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I examined my own anchors and found the exercise created immense gratitude. Come along with me; then create your own examen.
Who: My husband Ron is definitely my main anchor, and has been for 30 years. We are very different (extrovert and introvert, intuitive and sensory, practical and head-in-the-clouds). Because of those differences, we can also anchor and hold each other steady as the waves hit. My mom was an amazing anchor. Her dogged “look on the bright side” optimism and work ethic infiltrated my DNA, and held me fast.
What: Definitely, rain. I crave rain; and when it arrives, I stop everything I am doing and immerse myself in the sight, the sound, the smell, the beauty. I set anchor in the experience. I even have a little sound machine with earphones that allows me to listen to rain and thunder during an afternoon nap, or while reading a book.
When: The four years I spent at university was a time of setting anchor. Away from home and on my own for the first time, I dug deep intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. That anchor still holds. I continue to inquire, grow and learn at age 80.
Where: No matter where I’ve been, I’ve always had the habit of creating a sacred space where I can go and simply be. A rock next to a stream in a campground; a small prayer corner in a room; the glider on the back patio facing the Catalina Mountains (that’s where I go when it’s raining!). Time in the sacred space contains and anchors me while I’m there, and continues to sustain me as I return to the waves and tides of my daily life.
Why: Because when I am anchored, I can open myself to the weather of life and not be afraid. Because when I am anchored, I can grab the hand of another and help them hold steady. Because when I am anchored, I know where I stand, and will be less likely to be tossed about by the latest fads or social pressures. Because when my anchor is secure, I can look up and enjoy the scenery.
Are you ready to examine your anchors? Or maybe create a new one? Enjoy! Give thanks! When the strong tides lift and the cables strain, will your anchor drift or firm remain?
