Friend Of A Wounded Heart

An old man strolls down a Florida beach. The sun sets like an orange ball on the horizon. The waves slap the sand. The smell of saltwater stings the air. The beach is vacant. No sun to entice the sunbathers. Not enough for the fishermen. So,aside from a few joggers and strollers, the gentleman is alone. 
He carries a bucket of shrimp in his bony hand. It's not for him,it's for the sea gulls. 
He walks to an isolated pier cast in gold by the setting sun. He steps out to the end of the pier. The evening silence gives way to the screeching of birds. They fill the sky and then cover the moorings. They are on pilgrimage to meet the old man.
His name was Rick. He had been sent on a mission to deliver message to one of a general. Somewhere the crew became lost, the fuel ran out. They battled the sharks, the weather. Their rations were gone. They ran out of options. 
And a miracle occurred.
A sea gull landed on his hat. He would say it was a sea gull,he knew it. The flesh was eaten. 
What was a sea gull doing hundreds of miles away from land? Only God knows.
We too were rescued by One who journeyed far from only God knows.And we,like the captain, have every reason to look into the sky.....and worship. 

P.S : He comes like the leaf in the wind and meet you where you are, your needs. He heals your secret scars .