Wheeling Gull Isle sermon on the mount

Mama speaks, and eagerly does Dinah hang upon every word, leaning against the shoulder of Uncle Ev.
Her eyes close in a flutter. She searches for God's light; for His warmth, for His divine love. The love she so desperately scrounges for in the plants and the trees and the birds and the sand and the ocean.
And the sun hits her back, twinkling across the sunburst fur of her shoulders, warms her even with the saltbreeze; and she thinks that must be what God's love feels like, isn't it? His grace, His kindness, the caress of His hand upon her shoulder!
She has been put on this earth for reasons unknown to her, a reason that He has given her, and for a moment she can feel her heart swell with something so much greater than she. Something prophetic like the hymns Mama would sing when she and her brothers were but little babes; something soft yet harsh like her baptism, dunked in foamy sea; something gentle like the way Daddy explained faith to her. All of that was for a reason, all of it was because of God and for Him;
And she longs so much to feel the power He had given her in those moments! The strength, the freedom and devotion all the same!
But when she opens her eyes again, blinks, and looks around, the warmth is only from the dapples of light from between leaves. Mama speaks of the mainland, of telling others about God and His love, but when Dinah thinks about it, she doesn't know what she would say to them if they were to ask.
She cannot stop the tears before they start.