As I
wandered along a remote section of beach, I saw a bottle bobbing in the surf. I
waded into waist-deep water to retrieve it. After carrying it to shore and
drying it and my hands as best I could, I removed the cork, eager to pull out the paper
someone had rolled tightly before inserting it into the quarter-size opening.
Something
stirred deep within my soul as I read these words:
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| Created by Johnnie Ann Gaskill, 2019 |
I
wondered, Did she reach her desired destination? If not, what happened to
her? Had she sailed alone? What prompted her to leave all that was familiar and
embark upon such an uncertain journey?
I
didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, but I applauded her
courage and tenacity. Sensing that God intended me to find that message
and to follow her example, I decided I’d set sail, not upon an ocean, but in
the direction of the dream God gave me over three decades ago, a dream I’d been
too scared to pursue.
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