Anchored

“This I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.”— Lamentations 3:21–22

I don’t think we notice when it happens.There’s no clear decision, no sharp turn — just a quiet drift. One missed moment of stillness. One small compromise. One week too busy to pray. And before we know it, we’ve drifted — not away from belief exactly, but away from living what we believe. Our faith, once steady and near, starts to feel distant. It doesn’t hold us as firmly when life gets heavy or uncertain.

Throughout Scripture, we hear gentle encouragements: remember, return, do not forget the Lord. God knows how easily our hearts wander and how deeply we need something to hold us steady.

In the Psalms, lament often turns to trust — sorrow softens when the writer begins to remember. When we recall what God has done, how He has carried us before, how His love remains when ours falters — something inside us settles.Hope rises. Faith becomes steady again.

Drifting doesn’t mean we’ve failed; it just means our focus has shifted. And the moment we turn our hearts back — remembering His faithfulness, His mercies new each morning, His nearness in the ordinary — we find peace returning. We feel grounded again, aware that God has been there all along, holding us in ways we didn’t see.

So as you step into today, remember this: Drifting is subtle, but God is steadfast. His love holds firm, even when we don’t.