An anchor is a sturdy weight. It digs in, resilient to the weather. Or at least it should be.

But in high wind and bad weather even an anchor can drag. And mine threw me into the jagged rocks all around me, the pieces of that life floating away.

When two boats have sturdy anchors holding them in their place, they will never touch. Neither one will give and it strains the line.

My anchor was weak, it always gave in. I’ll stop speaking in metaphors now…

Relationships are hard. One side giving, the other taking. Small glimpses of hope shrouded by a red flag. Yes the passion and the love was there, but maybe just out of reach.

I wish it was different, I wish it was worth fighting for, but I feel like Leonidas in 300, I will make my stand on what I believe to be good and right and fair, yet I will still perish in the battle as the words fall on deaf ears.

These photos and memories will be carried in my heart forever. I will speak highly of them and the people I met. I can’t be confident it will be the same on the other side. I made the choice, I’m the bad guy. As hard as that is to take, I will.

Happiness is worth fighting for. And as we say at home, “keep your fork, something better is coming”. I hope we find our happy.

The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still -Exodus 14:14


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