When the Storm Comes
The moon drops into the west like a giant grapefruit this morning, while the storm’s eye focuses on the eastern coastline.
My dad calls to remind me that this hurricane carries my name, and I’m already unsettled enough about that. I cringe every time I hear “my” name . . .
I’m writing over at BibleDude.net today with a random reflection. And won’t you join me in prayer for our east coast sisters and brothers?