There comes a time when we must take up our anchors to set sail on the open seas and navigate through uncharted waters. But sometimes our anchors get rusty after staying buried in a watery grave for too long. Perhaps the time has come to cut the line?
What are the anchors in your life that keep you bound to familiar waters, preventing fresh winds from catching your sails?
"See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland."
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