Hope

My soul has an anchor.

Hope.

The hope of knowing that I can approach Almighty God because of what Jesus Christ did (Heb. 4:16).

And find mercy.

And grace.

Hope.

Jesus Christ.

Anchor.

Mercy.

Undeserved Gift.

And now my soul is firm.

Secure.

And I can live.

Even when the storm comes and the wind blows and my stupid choices are what started the storm.

Even when the snow covers the soil of my soul, and I can’t feel the rumblings of growth underneath. 

Even then.

Hope.

Soul Anchor.

Secure.