Anchor

As the Sun of Righteousness displayed His splendor on the wall of the sky, the Spirit discerned the heart of the Father. Time was no longer near; it had arrived. He had come for His bride.

For His final act on earth, the Spirit favored the wind over water and fire, a full-circle moment echoing the dawn of creation when Ruach Elohim hovered over the waters. In this sacred moment, He swept to the four corners of the earth, seeking those marked on their foreheads by the man clothed in linen, bearing the writer's inkhorn.

When He found them, the wind danced upon their skin, knowing their spirit intimately. It pierced directly to the heart of their soul, where their mind resided. "You find the end in the beginning," Old Nana used to say, and so it was with this final act. To prepare the Bride, the Spirit hovered over the sea of their thoughts, and the voice of the wind cried out from their soul: "Anchor to me, love."

Their spirit responded, and their body obeyed. In the blink of an eye, the Spirit of God was lifted from the earth, and the bride, deeply rooted, rose with Him.