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I used to carry polished stones to calm anxiety. Then my dad died—and I lost the “rock” that kept me steady. In this Anchor Point, I reflect on grief, comfort, and what Psalm 121:7–8 teaches us about God’s faithful, unshakable presence—even when we feel like everything’s fallen apart.
I used to carry polished stones to calm anxiety. Then my dad died—and I lost the “rock” that kept me steady. In this Anchor Point, I reflect on grief, comfort, and what Psalm 121:7–8 teaches us about God’s faithful, unshakable presence—even when we feel like everything’s fallen apart.