Anchored

This one is going to be a bit journal entry-ish. It hasn’t been the most productive week. At least that’s the way I’ve felt. 

Fatigue was an ongoing theme this week, so I was down for naps quite a bit. However, mentally I fared okay. My mood was fairly even, but I did have one day where I started to get a bit down on myself. I’m trying not to do this, so I attempted to shift the focus to my victories. 

I didn’t have that emotional turnover as quickly as I would have prefered, but at least I’m thinking about things in a more positive light. I also made plans to have dinner with my parents on Father’s Day. 

This will be the first we’ve seen of them since the lock down started. Here in our neck of the woods our Premier is optimistic about moving into phase 3 of our restart plan. We did have a virus outbreak in one of the restaurants since. They say that this is a wake-up call to be vigilant. Given our health problems Andrew and I will likely keep our social bubble quite limited for a while, but the stats here are hopeful. 

I’m not sure how much things will change for Andrew and I. At the beginning of this pandemic this thought bothered me some. I was sure that I would feel terrible as others got back to some resemblance of their normal lives, while our world remained the same. However, my perspective has changed some. In many ways others have it far worse than we do and things won’t go back to life as they’ve known it so easily or quickly. For some there may even be permanent changes. 

Normally, thinking about these things only makes me feel guilty and doesn’t change how I feel about my own struggles, but something has definitely clicked in me. God has shown me a lot in a short period of time–so much that if I were to share it all in one shot it would never be read and absorbed by the reader. So needless to say I’m not short of drafts. My blog will keep going for a while yet. 

My challenge right now is staying focused and hopeful as I aim at an unknown road ahead, but that’s faith. You walk forward, not knowing where you’re going. It requires keeping your eyes on the one who you’re following. So my focus is Jesus, and I must give the Holy Spirit my eyes and ears. Thankfully He can help me with this as well. As I continue to move forward I can be certain and encouraged that I’ll remain anchored and afloat. It’s a promise.

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The Certainty of God’s Promise

When God made His promise to Abraham, since there was no one greater for Him to swear by, He swore by Himself, saying, “I will surely bless you and give you many descendants.” And so after waiting patiently, Abraham received what was promised.

People swear by someone greater than themselves, and the oath confirms what is said and puts an end to all argument. Because God wanted to make the unchanging nature of His purpose very clear to the heirs of what was promised, He confirmed it with an oath. God did this so that, by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled to take hold of the hope set before us may be greatly encouraged. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain,  where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.

Hebrews 6:13-20

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