A Dinghy And A Prayer

Be careful of what you write, you never know where it may end up? Case in point. Last week 300 unopened letters to God were found floating in the Atlantic ocean, clinging on for life. Initially they were sent to a minister by his congregation, but he died two years ago and when his house was cleared out, the letters were dumped in the ocean.

Cut to: years later when a Ventnor insurance adjuster, Bill Lacovara was fishing with his son when he spotted a flowered plastic shopping bag and waded out to retrieve it.

"There are hundreds of lives here, a lot of struggle, washed up on the beach,” he said." “How many letters like this all over the world aren't being opened or answered?"

Lacovara curiously sliced a few letters open with his son. They ran the gamut of being funny to being poignant. One man wrote,

"I'm still praying to hit the lottery twice: first the $50,000," then after some changes have taken place let me hit the millionaire."

Other letters were heartbreaking, penned by husbands, wives, sons, daughters, and those aching Souls unburdening themselves to God.

A frightened unwed mother asked God to make the baby’s father fall in love with her and marry her so the child wouldn’t grow up fatherless.

Though the letters were technically unopened, we don’t know if they were read by God? There is so much emotional baggage and pain that we carry, it has to find an outlet before it weighs us down forever.

As an spiritual exercise, write something that’s buried in your heart and release it into the universe. You don’t have to send it to anyone, just know that someone, somewhere will hear your prayers and you’ll have one less burden in your heart.