The journey

Found some beautiful moon rocks on the beach and it sparked a thought process that calmed my soul. As I looked at all the shells in the beach and then back to the smooth, round, and unquie rocks in my hand I thought about the journey that brought each one to same island I was standing on. I thought about the waves that crashed them into the sand and carried them away. I thought about all the miles traveled. I thought about all the years it took to make the rock so smooth and round. Then I thought about me. I don't know where I will end up but The Lord has planned this journey. Waves will crash on me and carry me away from everything I have come to know, but I'll end up on the island The Lord wants me on.