This not only after the tornado, but after a pretty significant ministry setback. A grant that would have made a major difference to our way forward is not going to be. In some ways, pitiful and paltry disappointment in light of so much that is so much more overwhelming. In other ways, still having much to do with waiting, the kind of waiting described in this poem. It will be a long walk tonight.
Blessings, Rosa, and peace on your long walk.