The anchor

Most anyone who knows me, knows what kind of fisherman I am. Anyone who has gone fishing with me will likely never forget it. It's a one of a kind experience when you go fishing with me. I am probably the only person who exaggarates my fishing stories in the wrong direction, as in the negativity of the experience grows each time I tell the story.
I even once went fishing with Luke Cooksey in the lake behind his house. Luke was about 10 years old at the time. Jordon, Justin, Luke and I went out on Luke's little boat with a troll motor and cruised the lake. When we got to a spot everyone started fishing. I watched as Jordon caught a few, Justin caught one and Luke caught several. Still, I was waiting for my line to even move. I came up with a plan, a Jeff-proof plan that would work for sure. I took Luke's pole shortly after he cast it out into the water, stood right in his spot where he had caught several fish and started fishing. Low and behold just a few minutes later Luke had reeled in a fish from my spot with my pole and my bait.
ANother time I went fishing we went out in intercoastal, I went with a close friend Davy CLine and we took his dad's boat out. We caught a nice sun burn, and some type of an eel that we had never seen before. But that's only a small portion of the story. We loaded the boat and even and extra tank of gas and filled it up. We rushed off to a boat ramp in St. Augustine South and then hit the seas. We cruised around back behind the 312 bridge and found ourselves a spot to fish when we realized we had forgotten the spare gas tank. We soon after that ran out of gas as we tried to make it back in. We had 1 paddle and I ended up snapping it in half(genious I know) trying to push the boat off of some marsh. The tide was going out so if anything else could go wrong I couldn't imagine it. We ended up taking extra rope from the boat and tying it all together and I was throwing the anchor over the front of the boat and pulling ourselves along like that until we made it in to a small little marina where we could make a phone call and have Davy's dad get his truck and come pick us up.
Now, that is not your usual use for an anchor. The anchor is the sign of strength and stability, it is that one part of the boat besides life jackets that brings safety and stability. It is the one part of the boat that even I couldn't make not work, and that is saying a lot.
When a ship is out to sea no matter how small or how large, the anchor is always proportional to the size of the ship. Big ship, big anchor; small ship smaller anchor(thank goodness).
As believers we have an anchor, and no matter what size the storm in your life, no matter how huge your problems seem our anchor is God, and it is grounded in our faith. And that anchor will always hold no matter what.
Hebrews 6:18-19 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 offered to 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,
Our hope, our anchor is not superficial like many things of this world. It cuts straight down to the soul. Our hope is in God, who sent His Son as a Savior to take away all fears in our lives, and bring peace to not our minds, or our hearts, but our very souls. So when life gets rough, just remember who your anchor is and remember you can weather anything this world throws your way.
Thanks for reading and have a great day.