God

Today as I was gathering my belongings,  it came to mind that maybe "the man" who had helped me escape might have had reason for his well being. He had be right about the bundle, among other things, so maybe he was right about directing me to Denmark. As I started reflecting, I remembered the compass that was among the bundle he had given me, but as I pulled it out of the pack, I had slipped between two rocks, dropping the compass in to the heart of the ocean. Lost for words, I immediately become worried, for I didn't know how I would go on without the it. Right as I was about to give up, I recollected the magnificent "God" Johannes would talk about back at the camp. He had said that God was a mighty person who could help you chose from right or wrong and who would help guide you through the ups and downs that life may through at you. This lead me to consider that If I chose a God to talk to then maybe he would help me through my journey. After considering many God's I had heard the men and women in the camp talk about, I decided to select God of green pastures and still waters.