“A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds … She’s like a trading ship that sails away to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises.” [1] That’s right; a good woman is, in a manner of speaking, rather like a pirate, and thus I have always felt. With a longing for the sea that transcends logic and a rough tomboyish quality to all I do, I seem destined for such a role in history. Even the innate beauty I do possess appears in weathered hues and the salty sting of the wind off the sea … and yet, in such an environment, I am comfortable, at home, and pleased to survey my domain. Standing on the bow of the unknown, clinging to the lines of determination and hope, my beauty hidden, as gems in a leather pouch near my heart, I am a formidable warrior in my own right. As all pirates must, I am wary i...
Pressing in, not turning back, growing in faith, not growing slack, ... daring to be restless with anything less than God's best.