Blown in the Wind

Well, it's day two of the snowy downpour.  Big flakes, little flakes -- you name it, I've seen it in the past two days.  Oddly enough, despite the constant precipitation, very little accumulation is taking place on my neighbor's roof.  At first, I thought it was because of their exceptional heating, but after watching the snow for a little while this morning, I realized what was happening. 

As the snow fell, it would land on the roof and steadily accumulate.  But before long, a huge gust of wind would sweep the snow off the roof and send the flakes scurrying about in a whirlwind of confusion until they eventually blended in with the rest of the precipitation. Then the process would begin again.  Snow fall.  Accumulation. Wind.  Powdery whirlwind.  I guess the main reason for this is that this particular snow is unlike what we usually get here in upstate South Carolina.  We usually get a wintry mix (which is expected later this afternoon), but the current snow is plain snow.  It's light and fluffy, not hard and icy.  Unfortunately, its consistency places it at the mercy of every shifting breeze. . . much like some people I've met.

How do we react when the winds of life blow?  Whether they be soft winds of confusion and doubt or gale force winds of bitterness and regret, are we able to withstand them, or are we, like the snow, blown about to points unknown?  What does it take to make us waver?  What causes us to lose track?  Which winds make us lose our way?

On a television show the other day, the man referred to his wife as an anchor.  She took it as an insult, explaining that an anchor is something that holds one down and prevents that person from going where he wants to go.  He, however, had meant it as a compliment, explaining that the purpose of the anchor is to steady and protect.  Anchors keep us from drifting into dangerous waters or hazardous situations.  As Christians, Christ is our Anchor, and He is both willing and able to keep us from danger.  With Christ as our Anchor, we need not be blown about by every breeze, for we can find refuge in the shelter of His arms.  He will shield us from the icy blasts and protect us from losing our way.

As I look out the window now, the snow is still swirling about, driven this way and that by the wind.  How about you?  Are you drifting?  Are the winds of life blowing you off track?  Cling to your Anchor.  He'll keep you steady.

That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; - Ephesians 4:14