Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Unmoored

“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain.” – Hebrews 6:19

I wonder sometimes if there is such a thing as subconscious external points of reference we used in daily living. People we saw, social atmospheres we entered, collective routines we participated in, which gave us a sense of context and well-being. I wonder this because there is something about being at home every day that makes me feel unmoored. It’s more than just forgetting which day of the week it is. It’s a loss of the collective context, of external cues, of the points of reference I took for granted every day.

Being unmoored leaves me tossed by the waves. There are up days and down days. There are up weeks and down weeks. Some days I see glory and grace in some experience unique to this time; others I feel crushed by the smallest repetitive task. I may struggle to respond with equanimity to something I would usually have taken in stride. I may find myself combatting anxiety at unexpected moments. And I am probably not alone in this experience.

It is ironic that this period of apparent monotony has made me realize so acutely how much I am a victim of my circumstances. More than ever, I need to be anchored. Some of that involves intentionally rebuilding healthy rhythms and external cues however I can. But at heart, what I need is to be centered upon something sure and unchanging in a world that has gone askew. In the end, this only comes from entering the inner place of God’s presence, a God who is beyond all time, who guides all things for my eternal good. There I can find a peace that is never shaken, a hope that answers despair, and a “sure and steadfast anchor of the soul.”

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