His shrieks could be heard day and night in the nearby village. The people of the village tried to shackle him – not to help him, but to silence him. But they could not subdue the wretched man. He gave up hope, UNTIL
Jesus stepped out of a boat and into the man’s tortured world.
Grace shaded her eyes. “What’s that in the distance?” Merci squinted. “I don’t have a clue, but it looks like something or other in some trees.” Curiosity got the best of them. They stood up, brushed off the dirt, and hurried toward the structure that seemed to draw them with an intensity of the day’s sunshine.
Grace fanned through the book and was astonished to see that each of the letters in the book was addressed to her. Then, Merci paged through it and was equally surprised to see her name as the recipient of letters personally written and signed by various women from long, long ago.