Unto us, in the midst of
chaos
war
fear
death
bombs
rockets
inflation
unemployment
a child is born, bliss to a thankful mom.
Baby Joan Leia was born, 2320gr. with a passion to move.
I am reminded of a prayer a friend once told me, “May life birth from unexpected dead places. May our wounds turn into wombs.”
Sending love and prayers to my dear friends and families taking shelter and taking others in tonight.
Even if we are divided by inhabitants, may we be united by rooftops as we find shelter together.
Shelter is peace in the midst of chaos…a place of welcome…something that quails our fear when we are afraid.
A shelter is a refuge from the world, from war, from the noise of life.
I think what I like about the image of a shelter is that its not apart from the storm but is something that is placed in the storm and yet it is something that helps keep us from harm’s way, but it isn’t so far away that we loose sight of it.
-Jars of Clay artists
The Barnabas Agency 