My Anchor Holds

When Craig came home from work, I asked him if we could go lay down and just hold each other.  We did just that, till everything rustling around inside of me came to a calm stillness. 

It is so comforting when he lets me lay on his strong, broad chest with his strength flooding me and lets me cry it all out without asking, fixing, needing or wanting anything.  He simply waits patiently for the storm to blow over.....however long it takes.  

A few times I have felt like I would flounder, capsize, sink or we'd at least have to bail for dear life!   Today the storm crashed over Craig who is a rock, or better yet, my anchor. 

I am so grateful.  Resuscitated.

So grateful in fact, I made strawberry rhubarb crisp.  We had it warm after supper with french vanilla ice cream tonight. 

 "A faithful companion is a sure anchor"   

                                                              Mine holds!  (me)  :)