This post is part of my Write 31 Days challenge and also the Five-Minute Friday online community that I participate in each Friday. A one-word prompt is given every Friday and we are encouraged to just free-write for 5 minutes and post it to our blogs without over-thinking or editing. If you’d like to participate, you can get more info on the Five-Minute Friday community and link-up on this site.. For more information about 31 Days click here..
Trust. A funny 5-letter word that packs a punch. A word that makes me cringe sometimes and think, Do I really? And other times it fills me with inexplicable peace and the certainty that, Yes….indeed I do.
I’d be a liar not to admit that it’s easier to build walls than to build trust because the latter is so incredibly fragile. It shatters easily and when it does it must be reconstructed piece by pain-staking piece because even if all the pieces can be recovered it never fits back together quite the same way…always traces, reminders…pieces missing. Even tiny, seemingly insignificant, missing slivers let the light of doubt and fear come streaming through like beacons, begging me to build the wall to keep them out.
But there is One exception. One place where that 5-letter word doesn’t feel so dirty. I tattooed it on my back and in my heart so I would never, ever forget. Because in my darkest moments that Anchor was the only One that held. That Anchor kept me firm….secure. It tore the veil from top to bottom, toppled all the walls with a still, small voice that whispered I AM. My soul has soaked in those words more times than I can count. And He invites my Trust to be synonymous with Faith….Hope…Certainty to the point of Surrender. Yes, indeed. I accept that invitation. I can count on I AM.
my anchored life: 