Books with title Sam at Sea

This is the true story of Michelle Hamilton who for three terrifying days, clung helplessly to her small capsized canoe in the Sulu Sea, the Philippines. Menaced by hungry sharks, enduring tropical storms, and with no food or water, Michelle hovered near death. Hanging onto the capsized canoe, wearing only a bikini and flippers, Michelle is miraculously rescued by a passing boat of Filipino fisherman; who are convinced she is a mermaid. The story captured the interest of the world's press and was featured in Readers Digest and on the front page of many newspapers and magazines, worldwide. Co-authored by Michelle's mother Rachelle, she shares her story of a mother's tireless vigil to find her lost child, of human helplessness and the intervention of a sovereign God. For anyone who has ever lost a child either physically, spiritually or emotionally - this message will inspire you to have 100% Faith! This modern-day Jonah tale of Michelle's experience with a merciful God, who gave her audible instructions on what to do to stay alive, and an amazing encounter with angels, is a story that will not only thrill but challenge you to have 100% faith in God - in the midst of your own storms and the hungry human sharks in life.

The waves are rising and the ship is on the rocks. Alick and his grandfather set out in their boat to save as many lives as they can... but this time they only come back with one. A little girl is thrown overboard moments before a huge wave sweeps the wreck away. Who is she? Where are her parents? What are they going to do?As the storm disappears on the horizon, the little mystery girl touches the hearts of some very lonely people. Another stranger arrives on the island and Alick finds out that there is a rock that you can depend on in life, whatever the storms throw at you. Jesus Christ will always be there - an anchor, a fortress, stronger than a lighthouse on the rocks, stronger even than death!

It was the yellow ragwort that did it! I have discovered the clue at last. All night long I have been dreaming of Runswick Bay. I have been climbing the rocks, talking to the fishermen, picking my way over the masses of slippery seaweed, and breathing the fresh briny air. And all the morning I have been saying to myself, 'What can have made me dream of Runswick Bay? What can have brought the events of my short stay in that quaint little place so vividly before me?