127: A Good Anchor’s Purpose

The emotions of the day have settled uncomfortably in my upper back, so I grabbed three anchors and settled into a comfy living room chair next to the fire. My main anchor sits across from me reading one of my other anchors.

My big anchor is my husband B; he is a good man. His calming, soothing, and loving ways keep me above water.

I have little anchors too, and sometimes they come in the shape of books. Two of these little anchors have secretly followed me everywhere I’ve gone lately – they are either hidden in my purse or tucked under my seat in my car. It’s funny to me that I take them around town like a security blanket. Seldom is there time to open them, but I just like knowing that they are nearby.

Mental exhaustion, guilt from my afternoon pity party, and pain in my upper back made me open up one of these book-anchors tonight. My pillar with pages grabbed hold of me on page 44. Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts writes of wisdom handed down from a French Catholic Jesuit, Jean Pierre de Caussade. Her translation of his wisdom was this…

When we are dying of thirst, passively reading books about water quenches little: the only way to quench the parched mouth is to close the book and dip the hand into water and bring it to the lips.”

In other words, we need to do something.

In her book, Voskamp, goes on to explain how she picked up a pen and began writing a list. Her list is simple but purposeful. By naming all the gifts and blessings that pass through her days, she is thanking God. And at the same time, undoing the negative thoughts, feelings, habits, and actions that steal time away from her.

Her “doing” was writing.

I guess that’s what I’ve been doing too. Yes, I have admitted that two of my little anchors are, in fact, books – but I believe that Caussade would approve. The beauty of my book-anchors is this…They make me do something.

Maybe that’s really what an anchor is. Anchors may seem like objects that are meant to stop you or hold you down, but I’m learning that perhaps that is only the first stage of a good anchor’s purpose. My husband-anchor holds me securely, protects me, stays with me…then he allows the strength to return and l am ready to do something again.

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