“Maybe grace was all around me, bubbling through, passing under my feet, and I’d never seen it because I’d never tried to see.”
“Prayers are answered in ways we don’t choose. The river of grace bubbles up in unexpected places.”
“You are not a God of endless harbors. Harbors are for stagnant sails and barnacled wood, but the sea . . . the sea is fresh rain and cleansing breeze and sleek sails. You are a God of winds and tides. Of journeys and storms and navigation by stars and faith.
You send the ships forth to serve their purpose, but you do not send them forth alone, for the sea is yours, as well.
Be close to the sailors, Father. Wherever your tides may lead them.
Your loving daughter,
Wingate, Lisa. The Prayer Box (A Carolina Chronicles Book 1) (p. 175, 176, 230). Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
*The photo is at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.