Jesus and I were walking towards a huge tree with a tire swing hanging from it. When we got there, I jumped on the swing. He pushed me around and around, higher and higher. It was thrilling. I didn’t feel afraid but I wondered how we could go so high and not be in any danger of the tire swing coming lose of the tree. I looked up. The rope from the swing was not only wrapped several times around the massive branch but there was also an anchor latched around the branch. The tire swing was anchored to the tree. I looked below. The tree had huge, deep roots but also had several anchors digging deep into the ground. Anchored. Deeply anchored.
**Featured Image: A painting by Kari Wiezorek**