This morning I watched over a dozen pelicans bobbing in the
choppy water.
Eventually I noticed a pattern: dip, swallow, float, dip,
swallow, and float.
Then they would fly, skimming the surface of the inlet, to
get back up current.
They just had to reposition themselves to be able to continue
to feast.
After Matthew’s exhausting visit, God was replenishing their
strength.
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