“Port Renfrew locals call her Marge,” our fishing guide said as we passed the windswept island. “If they say they’ll be fishing the flood tide off Marge, we know where to find them.”
Now that you know that, will you ever view this island the way you did before?
Same with our new identities. No going back. And unlike Marge’s here, our new names are beyond wonderful.
“I will give to each one a white stone, and in the stone will be engraved a new name . . .”
2 thoughts on “Marge.”
Wonderful analogy! Made me long for that day when I will hear my perfect name…
Oh, me too, Sydney. Me, too.