The clouds looked ominous, but we had already set out.
For all that, the way things turned was alarmingly swift and brutal.
Waves turned into mighty crashing hands set on destroying the boat. Winds howled with menace threatening to drive us over or capsize the entire thing.
We could hardly hear each other, but the terror was clear. This was unlike anything we’d experienced before.
And yet through it all, he was asleep in the back …
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
Life With CD 