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Anchor in Christ

Life is a hard battle. Every single day is filled with the constant turmoil of things like: "What comes next?" "Am I good enough?" "Is my future going to be filled with success?" " Is my faith strong enough to withstand the evil of this world?" I wish I had all the answers for you, but I don't. Most of my blogs are filled with my love of the Savior and the blessings he has brought into my life and how he has gotten me through some rough times. Sharing my love for our Savior is easy, telling you my weaknesses and struggles has been the hard part. Today I saw a picture of an anchor. You might be asking yourself what point am I going to make dealing with the anchor and here's my answer. Recently I have struggled with keeping my relationship close with God. I, like a boat, have been tossed and thrown like a boat during a storm. Every single day we are all faced with worldly things. We hear hate in the music on the radio, we see filth in shows and movies that we find on tv, we are surrounded by people who bring into the room a attitude of bitterness that brings us down, and we are expected to remain strong in our faith. This is not easy. It is not easy for me, so I know it's not easy for you. My boat is always moving and I try daily to keep myself in one place. I have learned through many trial and error experiences that the only way to happiness is to anchor yourself in Christ. Let him be your constant. The truth does not change. God does not change. Let him be that anchor in your life. If you place him into your whole heart and commit to doing those things you need to remain like him, things will get easier. I can promise you that life is hard. Life is worth it though. Let those good days outnumber those bad days. I have faith in you. I believe in you. It's time for you to start believing in yourself.


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