He then is all my hope and stay

It feels almost wrong to carry on with the ordinary, when so many are longing for just that—longing for the simple things we take for granted. While others are cut off from their families, facing devastation at their doorstep, it’s easy to be haunted by the quiet guilt of seeking to establish some normalcy. Fear lingers like a shadow, while weight of so much suffering, presses down on the soul. Yet in the midst of it all, God still reigns—His sovereignty unshaken, His mercy ever near, promising hope where despair would have us believe none remains. His light breaks through the darkest of nights, reminding us that even now, He holds all things in His hands. “His oath, His covenant, His blood

Support me in the whelming flood

When all around my soul gives way

He then is all my hope and stay!

When darkness veils His lovely face

I'll rest on His unchanging grace

In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.”

Within the veil lies the sacred threshold, the holy place. When the storms of life rage and the anchor of our soul is tested, it may not be a sign of breaking, but of something deeper—something holy stirring within. Perhaps in the crashing of the waves and the pull of the winds, we are being drawn closer, into that sacred space. In the weight of the storm, the anchor holds, and in that steadfastness, we glimpse the divine at work, even here, in the midst of the tempest.