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Patrick Sean Donovan III (Sean)
Marcail Donovan
Maureen Donovan Lawton Kentsister to
Patrick Sean Donovan II
Percy LawtonSon to Maureen Kent
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HawaiiJanuary 1871
Kaitlin Donovan smiled as the mid-morning sun hit her full in the face. Shed slipped from her shoes and stockings while hiking among the trees and now, as she moved toward that hot globe in the sky, her toes sank into the pure smooth sand of the beach. She walked until she was just short of the Pacific Ocean waves that lapped in easy rhythm at the shore.
The seemingly endless horizon stretched before her and the wonder of it, a wonder that never waned, made the breath catch in her chest. Kaitlin was content to stand and stare for a long minute before she walked a lazy path down the shore line.
Coming to the beach always brought her thoughts to God in a very special way. Today was no different. The vast expanse of water made her think of His overflowing love and the sand beneath her feet reminded her of a verse in Psalms that said Gods thoughts of her were as numerous as those tiny grains.
Some 50 yards up the beach Kaitlin stopped her tour of the shore line and looked once again out to sea. The rest of the world felt so far away and, in actuality, it was. But it was more than just the miles, of this she was positive, even though her remembrance of a home before this one was vague.
Her parents sometimes spoke of their life before the mission but until recently none of what they said had been of much interest to Kaitlin. She couldnt imagine living anywhere else and she believed herself to be content, but there was a restlessness rising within her that shed never experienced before. It was both confusing and exciting, as if something special was about to happen. But she couldnt think of what that something might be so there was never any relief from those restless feelings when they occurred. She prayed and tried to place her restless heart into Gods loving hands; and peace came, as she knew it would.
Much too soon the sun rose until nearly straight overhead and Kaitlin knew it was time to be home for lunch. Shed just laced her shoes when she caught sight of a couple walking along the shore. Kaitlin recognized them immediately as two of the village young people who attended her fathers services. Normally she would have called out and waved but seeing their hands linked together made her hesitate.
What would it be like to have someone hold your hand? It wasnt the first time such a question had occurred to Kaitlin and, as always, she looked down at her own hands. But again, as in times past, she found no answer as she examined her long fingers.