August 1-4, 2019
What We Do
When & Where?
Some years ago, six people, plus a captain, headed back to an island 47 miles beyond the border of shore, in the Gulf of Mexico. Our prayer before departure was that Pappa would make our threads so tangible, we would know beyond knowing that we were following Him fully.
Conversation between us was difficult as the waves were wild and the sky seemed split to spill, so we gave way to toss and tempest with our trust laid bare.
We had neared the “almost there” marker of our journey when we saw something so splendid. A part of creation, that should not have been, holy and hemmed in, despite the chaos of the ocean. A pelican.
This was our tangible treasure. And we all saw her in the same moment. Our setting was too wet for parchment and pen, so we each allowed the sight to be etched upon us. We asked. He answered.
The pelican was the state bird of the land we were in and came up over and again as we prepared. I’ve looked back to my journal from those days of readying and found that I wrote a phrase from the pelican’s purpose each time it surfaced and surrounded us.
Ⓒ Blue Flame 47.