Three times.
Early this morning, I listened to the waves lapping the shore, wondering, pondering, about the fate of the missing boaters who misinterpreted the ocean and will never be seen again.
I will never cease to pray for them, and their families. But for the grace of God, there go I.
Three times I have found myself literally in the hand of God as I attempted to navigate an ocean that knows no rules, has no discipline, and swallows whole the most courageous o...
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