Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Rough seas cannot make me waver.

God’s grace is strong enough to hold me steady through every difficulty.

You are my anchor when the waves come crashing down.

Family is the anchor that holds us through life’s storms.

What an anchor is to a ship, hope is to the soul. Both ships and souls are kept safe by a firm, secure anchor that keeps holding despite turbulent winds and churning tides.

No matter how bad things get or how sad I feel, whenever I see you I can’t help but to smile and realize you’ll always be there to support me.

Love is the anchor through every storm.

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

I love you with every beat of my heart.

Your love is an anchor in my life.

You can never give up or get down on yourself. A true champion keeps his or her chin up and always takes life one race at a time.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber.

The best things are never arrived at in haste. God is in no hurry; His plans are never rushed.

God is unchanging in His love. He loves you. He has a plan for your life. Don’t let the newspaper headlines frighten you. God is still sovereign; He’s still on the throne.

Each driver has their own identity and from one week to another, normally it stays the same.

Trucking the USA one state at a time!

Leadership should be like a light-house; unwavering, assuring, constant and most of all, a bearer of light to show the way, come rain or shine.

If you not in your own lane, create one.

You are the lighthouse. The final destination. You can sleep easy, my dearest. The others . . . they are the shifting waves, But you are the harbor.

Look to the lighthouse of the Lord. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, no mariner so lost but what its beacon light can rescue.

Is the beam from a lighthouse affected by howling wind and rain? It remains perfectly steadfast and unaffected by the storm. Your true self is like that. Nothing can ever harm you once you are consciously aware that it is so.

Lighthouses don’t get all wobbly when the weather gets rough; they just stand there shining.

What does a lighthouse do? I ask myself. It never moves. It cannot hike up its rocky skirt and dash into the ocean to rescue the foundering ship. It cannot calm the waters or clear the shoals. It can only cast light into the darkness. It can only point the way. Yet, through one lighthouse, you guide many ships. Show this old lighthouse the way.

Sleep finally comes like a summer dry river, a trickle that’s shallow and splits around rocks and downed branches and tree roots, dividing and dividing, till by morning it’s the thin bead of gathered morning dew, dripping lazy off the army tent overhead.

Family is the only anchor that will hold in a choppy sea.

The anchor in our world today is freedom, holding us steady in times of change, a symbol of hope to all the world.

In the storm, our only anchor is hope.

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.

Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our Redeemer, they will hold—no matter the force of the wind, the strength of the tide, or the height of the waves.

People are looking for stability in a shaky world. They want something they can get hold of that’s firm and sure and an anchor in the midst of all of this instability in which they’re living.

Love anchors the soul.

All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded when the rest of your life spins out of control.

It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled seas of thought.

Have an anchor so that life doesn’t toss you around.

Hope holds you fast like an anchor, so you don’t give way.

That made me happy. That was my Anchor.