
I spent some time at the beach last week.A series of buoys marked the boundary for safe swimming. I watched the waves crash in from every direction and batter those buoys.
They were anchored, though.
We have an anchor. Hebrews 6:19 says "This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast."
What hope? The promise God made to redeem us and bless us.
The waves will come against us.
We are anchored.
And the anchor will hold. God promised it would.

Last Monday, I ran farther than I had ever run before – nearly 7 miles. I left the house a little after 5 and got home around 6:15. I ran the whole time. 72 minutes. (Yeah, I'm pretty slow.) Not only that, but it was my third straight "longest ever." I'm not doing anything different than what I did last summer when I couldn't break 5.5 miles. Well, maybe there's one thing different – I'm learning the mental side to running. I'm learning my body can do more than I realized if I don't give in to its whining. I'm also learning to listen to my internal "coach" and not the "critic." Who knows, I may be running a half marathon before the season is out.
For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Have you been following the story of Youcef Nadarkhani? He's my brother. 
(To my friends who have heard this story… I ask for your patient indulgence.)