Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments
Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark, that looks on tempest and is never shaken.
The clouds poured down rain; the skies thundered.
We’re in a wet weather pattern in my little corner of the country. Day and night storms redevelop over the same oversaturated areas, flooding farm fields and basements. Streams and rivers spill out far beyond their banks...mudslides wreak havoc.
Sometimes the weight of the world feels as if it rests directly on my shoulders. I'm a burden-bearer by nature, so it only stands to reason that whatever happens to ail this poor, old world of ours, ails me, too.
I anguish in prayer over Ukraine, I pray for a change of heart for Putin, I grieve deeply over the young girls stolen from their family's and forced to relinquish their faith in Nigeria. My heart breaks for the tens of thousands of folks flooded out of their homes in Serbia.
I am awakened at night over the state of affairs in our country. All the violence. The perversion. And the impact our adult decisions are having on our children.