We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| Here she comes at turtle's pace, and here we stand and wait. What will the rain these we face? Will harm come or abate? She started small, not all of that. Then in the Gulf, she swam. She could yet be a minor stat or a wall of water's slam. by Jay O’Toole on August 5th, 2024 ![]() |