Prayer Time - Coke Bottle Hope

I'm reading a book called the power of hope by Dutch Sheets, and I want to share this story with you. In 1965 during a family reunion in Florida, a grandmother woke everyone up at 2:00 AM issuing orders to get empty Coke bottles, corks, and paper. I received a message from God. She said, people must hear his word.

She wrote verses on the paper while the grandchildren bottled and cork them. Then everyone deposited over 200 bottles into the surf of Cocoa Beach. People contacted and thanked her for the scriptures throughout the years. She died in November of 74 nine years later. The next month, this letter arrived.

Dear Mrs. Goss, I'm writing this letter by candlelight. We no longer have electricity on the farm. My husband was killed in the Fall when the tractor overturned, he left 11 young children and myself. Behind the bank is foreclosing. There's one loaf of bread left. There's snow on the ground, and Christmas is two weeks away. I prayed for forgiveness before I went to drown myself. The river has been frozen over for weeks, so I didn't think it would take long. When I broke the ice, a Coke bottle floated up. I opened it, and with tears and trembling hands, I read about hope: "But for him who is joined to the living, there is hope." Ecclesiastes 9.

You went on to refer to other scriptures in Hebrews and in John. I came home and read my Bible and now I'm thanking God for the message. We're going to make it now. Please pray for us, but we're all right. May God bless you and yours, a farm in Ohio. How did this lifesaving Coke bottle make a nine year journey all the way from Cocoa Beach, Florida to a river in Ohio? Not just any river, mind you, but the right river near the right farm at the right time.

That is amazing. There is hope. He loves you. He is the God of hope, the author of hope. Trust him today.