When the sea gets rough, a ship does not fight the storm. It trusts the anchor.

Some of you are in a season where everything is moving at once: the mission, the orders, the family back home, and the things you carry that no one else can see. So hear me plainly. You are not the anchor. You were never meant to be. There is One who holds, and His grip does not slip when yours does.

Today you do not have to have it all figured out. You only have to hold on to the One who holds you. And if the weight is too heavy to carry alone, that is not weakness. That is the moment to reach out. My door is open.

Para los que hablan espanol: no estan solos. Aqui estoy. Steady on.