Once upon a time…a few days ago…our daughter was swallowed up by the ocean. She was spit out pretty quickly or her mom would have had more time to react. I just saw a wave gradually growing larger behind a smiling daughter. She was all set to ride it when it made a sudden lunge, she disappeared, head and feet rolled near the shore, and seconds later I grabbed her hand. Scratches and a head full of water later, she recovered and, now, has a tale to tell. I would guess she is also a bit changed.
When I get roughed up and beaten down, it hurts at the time, but looking back, those moments are often transformational. Those are moments when I have learned to listen in the depths. I am thankful the ocean spewed her back out onto dry land.
I called to the Lord out of my distress, and he answered me…all your waves and your billows passed over me. The waters closed in over me; the deep surrounded me…I remembered the Lord; and my prayer came to you. – from Jonah
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I am thankful, too! Our family would not be the same without her! Wisdom learned through adventure is transforming! Thank you for sharing your “bread”; it is both inspiring and thought-provoking. 🤗😍
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Thank you, Jane.