The cloud thickened as the wind blew furiously, forcing traders in the nearby market to pack their wares, and dash for the nearest shelters. Then I saw her, baby strapped behind as she struggled on all fours to escape the tempest. I came back after the cloud dispersed and the rain ran its course. The crippled mother was nowhere around; somehow, she made it somewhere, at a time it was everyone for himself and God for us all.

?How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?.? ? Job 26: 2 (KJV)

There is one who really cares for the weak in the storm.
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Friday, October 15, 2004.

Emailed January 13, 2005.