It's another 4 AM night where I end up contemplating the path my life has fallen onto.  I fret from not knowing where God is leading me, and sometimes I feel led astray or as though I have lost sight of the bigger picture.  As the waters of life suck me under into these dark depths of sleep-deprivation, depression, self-doubt, and temptation, I hold on.  For at this moment, I am consuming the resources around me, and hold tight the anchor that I can be sure will one day pull me back toward home. To Pull me back to happiness, perfection, gifts, and his eternal love.  For this land, this water-allusion-filled Earth is only a temporary ocean that we must conquer.  Don't cling on to your trapped air oxygen, because those things get used and die.  The only thing that brings salvation is to remain clinging on the anchor.  Love guides me to get people to join my wait, to try and save them from trying to find their own way up.  The only way to achieve salvation is to accept that the strong anchor is the sole key to making it home. Though the anchor hasn't moved for your time here, and you believe it mooring, faith is required.  One must hold on, loving, but never leaving the anchor for anything or anyone else.  Because you never know when He will decide to move ship; leave this fishing hole, and pull that anchor and those attached. Then we will be on our way home, and leave this dark place.