The MP Storytime Series-Volume 3

                  

As far back as he could remember, Clyde wanted to see the ocean; but he doesn’t really know why. Somewhere deep inside, there is this voice that comes and goes.  Yet, he can’t place it.  It’s not in his head.  It’s not in his heart. It pumps through his entire body like blood.  “There is a purpose,” it says; “God made me this way for a reason.  If I could only see the ocean, the answers would become clear."

 Clyde stands in the Wal-Mart parking lot trying to shake off that voice, that feeling.  It’s hot and humid but he knows that the summer is coming to an end.  A voice hits him like a cold wind in the face!  “Snap out of it Clyde!"

 “ Hey Joe!” Clyde spins around smiling.  “Please tell me about the ocean again."  “Are you still thinking about that? Give it up already man!” “Well, don’t you remember?” asks Clyde.  “Yes I remember”.  “And how did it make you feel?”  “Complete”.  “So why not talk about it?” “ I’ve given up on that long ago,” explains Joe.  “Those footprints were washed out by the rising tide.  So forget about it okay?”  “I can’t” Clyde says. “That voice! You know, the one about there being a purpose for everything and being made this way for a reason?  It just keeps on."

 “Look man, I hear you. You just need to find other ways to ignore it.  Watch more TV, read more books or whatever you like to read… just find other ways to quiet that voice ok?” “Well, I do. That’s why I hang out with you guys by the Sandbox!  You said it’s just like the Beach and I love to listen to all those stories about the ocean."

  “Hey, you and Sheila are getting pretty serious right?” inquires Joe.  “Yeah”.  “So, why not start a family? That should do it".  “I don’t know.”  “There is a purpose.  God made you that way for a reason."

 “Who said that!” responds Clyde; astonished.  It was Quan.  Clyde liked him even though he was older and set in his ways.  “So what’s the purpose oh wise one? Do we all have the same answers? What are they?"

 “My son”, Quan begins, “you have it all wrong.  We were all born with the same questions.  The answer is what changes somewhere between you and me”.  “What do you mean?”asks Clyde.  “ I think we were all given special gifts.  A special desire.  A dream if you will. Only the completion of that dream will give you the answers you seek”.  “You mean sorta like how I want to see the ocean?”  “Maybe” replies Quan.  “Make the journey and all will be revealed to you."  “But what if it’s hard?”  “It will be hard.  Many times, you will want to stop along the way and find substitute answers.  Other things to occupy your mind and pacify that voice”.  “Boy oh boy!”  sighed Clyde.  “Just remember, finding the answers is like following footprints in the sea." “What exactly does that mean? You sound like Joe!” “You will know when your journey is complete." 

The road was long and hard; but Clyde took the trip.  He was nearing the ocean.  He could hear the waves breaking on shore.  He could smell the saltwater in the air.  The voice pumping through his veins was louder now than ever. “There is a purpose.  God made me this way for a reason."  The same voice that kept him going when times got tough.  The same voice that was there to drive him.  Sometimes it was quieter, but always there.  It had never been this loud before; so, he knew he must be near!

 The sun began to set as Clyde reached the beach.  Suddenly, all the answers swarmed over him.  The meaning of life.  Why God made him this way! It was all perfectly clear now.  Standing on the sand watching the sun fade to a thin red line, Clyde felt complete.  He spread out his white and black wings and flew out over the ocean.  As he joined the other gulls, he wondered why the others he had left behind at that parking lot didn’t follow that voice and make the journey.  As he floated on the wind, he was just as God intended for him to be- FREE!

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