When I was seven years old, my father went to Cabo and brought me back this special turtle.
My Dad often left a lot for work when I was little. His favorite colors were blue and green. I wanted to be just like my dad, so naturally my favorite colors were blue and green. This turtle represents my relationship with my dad.
I forgot about the turtle for a long period of time, but recently I was very upset talking to my dad. He reminded me that the turtle is something that can get me through a hard time, just like Jesus.
Later that day, I was looking in my nightstand for a pen and there it was, perfectly laying. It was just what I needed.