At times, it seems we have no shelter from the storms that hurl their way to us:
We wonder why we strive, when all we love may be flattened.
September storms separate loved ones from each other.
We long to know that our lives inscribe themselves in a timeless way.
We stretch out our hands, hoping to be held in return.
We put our trust in the God who created the laws of chemistry and physics, the one who calms the chaos.
but bestows favor on the humble
1 year ago
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