We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
| While dealing with a weary head, a body in distress, alerted to somethings I dread, some worries I confess. Recovery from two grand storms are weighing on my soul. Two nights so full of large alarms, the stress keeps me unwhole. It may seem like the common cold or flu, that’s got me down, but hurricanes so blustery bold make spirits feel unsound. The families in two weary homes are safe, and truly blest, but wariness could write some tomes of recent night’s long tests. The hurricanes have come and gone, but the aftermath is real to property and hearts now done. It takes some time to heal. by Jay O’Toole on October 10th, 2024 |