Wheeling Gull Isle tristraka

O Lord, you have probed me and you know me; you know when I sit and when I stand; you understand my thoughts from afar. My journeys and my rest you scrutinize, with all my ways you are familiar.

I praise you, for I am wonderfully made.

Truly you have formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I give you thanks that I am fearfully, wonderfully made; wonderful are your works.

I praise you,  for I am wonderfully made.

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There is a rush of cold, and the sudden tangy smell of seasalt and metal. A new life has graced the world with her gifted presence. 

With tiny, wet paws, there's a twitch and then a reach outward, landing upon the warm skin of Heda's belly. Instinctually, the soft mouth of the infant opens, and there is full-body warmth once again in the form of milk. There is a cry of thanks, small and warbled, as little white droplets form on her chin. She is alive with the glory of the Lord.