CHAPTER 6: WHEN GOD BECAME MY ANCHOR
After the inner war, something settled within Christiana. It wasn't excitement, and it wasn't relief, it was stability. A deep, quiet assurance wrapped itself around her heart like an anchor dropped firmly into the ground. She realized that the battle had not come to destroy her, but to teach her where her strength truly came from.
For the first time in a long while, she wasn't searching for answers everywhere. She wasn't desperate to hear people's opinions or chasing reassurance from external sources. Something had shifted. God Himself had become her anchor.
Her days began to take a new shape. She woke up with intention, not urgency. Prayer no longer felt like a struggle or a duty; it felt like a meeting. Sometimes she prayed with words, other times with silence. And in that silence, she sensed God closer than ever.
She noticed how differently she responded to challenges. Situations that once triggered anxiety now met a calm resistance inside her. Problems still existed, but they no longer defined her emotions. She was learning a powerful truth: peace is not the absence of storms, but the presence of God in the middle of them.
One afternoon, while reflecting quietly, a scripture rose in her spirit:
"Those who trust in the Lord shall be like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved."
The words stayed with her. Cannot be moved.
She repeated it slowly, letting it sink in. God wasn't just calling her to rise, He was calling her to become unshakeable.
Christiana began to understand that spiritual maturity isn't proven by how loud one prays, but by how steady one stands. God was teaching her to remain grounded even when emotions fluctuated, even when answers delayed, even when the journey felt lonely.
There were still moments of doubt. Still moments when questions crept in quietly: Am I really hearing God? Am I strong enough for what lies ahead? But instead of panicking, she brought those questions to God. And each time, He met her not always with explanations, but with peace.
She realized something profound: God does not rush the process. He anchors before He advances. He stabilizes before He elevates. And without that anchor, promotion becomes dangerous.
As days passed, Christiana noticed another change in her reactions to people. She was less defensive, less eager to explain herself, less concerned about being misunderstood. She no longer needed validation to feel secure. God's presence had become enough.
One evening, while journaling, she wrote softly:
"If nothing changes outwardly, I will still trust You."
That sentence marked a turning point. It wasn't a prayer of desperation; it was a declaration of faith. She had reached a place where God Himself was the reward and not just what He could give.
And in that place, strength multiplied.
Christiana understood now that anchoring is not stagnation. It is preparation. Ships are anchored not because they are weak, but because they are valuable. Anchors protect movement; they don't cancel it.
As she prepared for sleep that night, she felt steady,rooted, grounded, and aware. Whatever lay ahead, she knew this much: she would not drift. She would not collapse under pressure. She was anchored in God.
And anchored souls do not sink.