Article April 9, 2018 Issue

Leaning on God stills life’s storms

Joanne Leedom-Ackerman

As a storm broke, and thunder and lightning crashed, a boat bobbed on the water in a sheltered inlet, secure on its mooring, its rope sturdy and well-tied, its buoy anchored and fortified.

In my mind’s eye I could see that imaginary boat as a different kind of storm boiled around me, and as I felt my thoughts flung from bow to stern. I longed for a sheltered place and a secure mooring. At the time, I was reacting to what had seemed a major betrayal and deceitful behavior by people I’d admired and trusted. I was finding it difficult to express the divine Love I’d always relied on and considered as my anchor and refuge.

In the midst of the turmoil, I took a fall, and suddenly I was laid up, unable to walk. I knew it was time to set other commitments aside and resecure my mental moorings.

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