the anchors of her soul

When she forgets…

As a prone wanderer and one so forgetful of how specific and significant God’s promises are, melt downs, slips, spirals and tail spins are familiar reactions for this deep-feeling, over-thinking little lady.

But, they don’t have to be.

Over the course of the past year, thought provoking conversations have left me with hopeful and victorious alternatives in side stepping these pitfalls. Challenged by the voices of a few beloved friends, I’ve been encouraged to-

  • Identify anchors.  When I feel myself begin to slip, what is it that I can throw into the side of a cliff for anchoring to prevent a landslide? (Katelyn Farrar)
  • Consider David as a deep feeler. Where did He go for anchoring? (Jennifer Crouse)
  • Create a list of the top 35 things that bring me to life. (Kortni Wright)
  • Do what I love, bring people with me, and meet people along the way. (Diana Christenson)

Frequently, when lies are loud, hurt is real and pain is deep, a culmination of these truth bearing exhortations have awakened action to discover what it means for me to draw near, come to and seek Jesus. In all of my pursuit, He is relentlessly faithful in meeting me. Always, He is found.  Always, He draws near. Always, He provides rest. It is in these places, in the anchors of my soul, where He reminds me of His promises, relentless, covenanted and specific and significant for me.

Whether the onset of spring, the 80 degree Austin weather, the highways lined of wildflowers or my recent discovery of the incredible hiking terrain within miles of my apartment, His reminders have been overwhelmingly lavish in the past few weeks, and I. am. captivated. Here is a glimpse of where He has met me lately to remind me of how great and precious His promises are.

The Anchors of Her Soul

 The warmth of the radiating sun.


The scrutiny of written words.

The endless dirt road in the distance.

The vast rolling hill country view.

The unknown adventure ahead.

The freedom felt in nylon Nike shorts.
The deep connecting in conversation.
The chilled water trickling over my feet.

The streaking of tears down my cheek.
 The warm twinge of tea to my lips.


 The first taste of a dry, crisp white wine.

The combination of flavors on my pallet.


The cursive ink trail following my pen’s movement.
The first colorful stroke on a white canvas.


The clop scooting of cowboy boots on city sidewalks.
The picking strum on a six string acoustic.
The giggle of a beloved two-year-old red head.


The burn of weary muscles.
The scenting flavor of cedar in my lungs.
The blossom of a budding blue bonnett.

The twang of Texas country music to my ears.

 The spinning on a wooden rustic dance floor.

The colors painting the dusk sky.


Here, You catch my gaze. I feel Your embrace. I remember.
You see into me. You know me. You love me.
Specifically. Significantly.
I am yours.

“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” –James 4:6

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28

“Seek and you will find.” –Matthew 7:7

“I will show you what he is like who comes to me, hears my words, and puts them into practice.” –Luke 6:46-4

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