Leaning on God stills life’s storms

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.

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