The train continued its tireless traveling and the sound of the steel wheels against the rails never seemed to end. Billy sat in one of the passenger cars and knew that every moment he was being taken farther on his journey—farther from his home.
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The jet gathered speed until at a critical moment its nose lifted off the ground and the whole heavy machine began to ride on air. Susan gripped the armrests of her seat while she peeked out of her window and watched the rooftops of houses and factories become smaller and smaller. Soon they were above the clouds and she could see no trace of the city at all. Now they were in a land of pure white cotton mountains and bright sunshine—a completely new world.
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The rhythm of waves hitting the front of the ship was even, while the massive ferryboat cut through the water. Jerry stood on the top deck with his hands tightly holding onto the railing while he leaned into the wind. He watched the landing they had left behind disappear on the horizon. He walked to the other side of the deck and gazed ahead. The view looked the same everywhere. Sky and water-that’s all he could see.
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The afternoon sun was blocked by the tall, full-leaved maple trees and the shade they provided was cool and comfortable. Sharon sat barefoot beneath them with one of her favorite books and stroked the grass with her toes. She could see their back porch from this spot even though it was a little hidden from the house—it was her special, favorite place to be.
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Where are you? Over here? Over there? It doesn’t matter where. God is there—everywhere.
Connie is the mother of 5 children and attends Hope Protestant Reformed Church in Walker, Michigan.