Upon being cast into an angry sea
the only hope is to cleave to whatever floats and hope for rescue. It may be
the sea itself that deposits the lost soul on shore or perhaps the timely
kindness of a passing stranger. Most likely, however, rescue will be at the
hands of those who have long before made it their heroic mission. Father, by
whatever means You choose, I cleave to Your Grace, Mercy and Providence.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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