I was sitting in front of a huge anchor in Dunfanaghy last week, on the look out for an idea for my next post. That sentence in itself shows my poor skills at observance 🙄. It is amazing how life gives us clear messages of hope and we still live in despair!

As I was sitting there, forgetting about the anchor, a little boy and his grandpa stopped to say hello to me. The wee boy wanted to give me a flower so he pulled with all his might and presented me with the head of a pink daisy. I told him he had made my day. Which was true.

It was a few days after that before I made the connection: small acts of kindness can often work to steady you when life gets hard, or when storms hit.

I read about a young mother and her newborn being stuck under the rubble after the Venezuelan earthquake. It was the breath of her baby and the Bible she felt beneath her hand that kept her alive. Two seemingly small things that were the anchor she needed to survive.

Do you have a memory or an object or a person that can be your anchor? For me it would be my family, that daisy, but most of all my God.