A breeze off the ocean occasionally seems to be more than mere wind, especially at a lighthouse. Sweeping unseen across the light station grounds, the wind carries with it whispers from the past.
Loved the etchings and was reminded about Abby Burgess’s story . Perhaps one day you can write about that. I think it’s been a long time since I’ve heard what she actually experienced in history.
Like the lighthouse, Jesus is the beacon that guides us. We can find direction and refuge in Him through the storms of life. He can keep us away from the rocks of sin
Loved the etchings and was reminded about Abby Burgess’s story . Perhaps one day you can write about that. I think it’s been a long time since I’ve heard what she actually experienced in history.
Like the lighthouse, Jesus is the beacon that guides us. We can find direction and refuge in Him through the storms of life. He can keep us away from the rocks of sin