written October 2020 //
That’s the word that keeps on coming to mind when I think about this season of life that we’re currently experiencing. Some days I view it positively - as a form of being content and at peace, and others… I feel plain ol’ restless. Stuck, and patiently waiting for the next chapter, whatever that might be. I’m ready to turn a page, to jump! And yet, I feel bound - anchored - to this current season.
Can anyone relate?
I was recently reading the fall edition of the Magnolia Journal (you know, cause I’m unapologetically obsessed with anything and everything to do with Joanna Gaines) and I came upon these words from her:
“So often I think we view anchors as negatives, things that might keep us stagnant and prevent us from pushing forward into new territories. And I know in my own life, there have been moments when I have questioned these natural tendencies and the routines and habits I hold fast to. I have wondered if I might live more freely without them.
However, when I pause to look closely, more and more I have come to see that these anchors are what keep me from floating away into places where I don’t want to be or that I’m just not ready for yet. Instead of stifling me, they actually provide a safe place for me to grow and explore and be. Anchors still allow their boats to float and move — to find a rhythm the waves around them. Their purpose is simply to keep a boat from drifting so far off course that it’s difficult to recover.”
The anchors of our life can be significant things like faith, prayer, meditation, but they can also be seemingly small and mundane like cooking, reading, running. The magical thing is that they somehow offer a place of refuge in the ever changing landscapes of our lives.”
Our time is coming, dear friends. Be patient. And cherish these anchors — both metaphorically and physically — while you have them.
is currently living life one day at a time in Moorhead, MN where she works on the Marketing Team at Concordia College.