It’s been raining for days in the valley.
Everything is soaked, and the water is running off in torrents.
Watching the floodwater obliterate the ford stones brings to mind the relentless bombardment of people and families elsewhere in our world.
Some have endured this for months, some for years, and some for decades.
And as I pause in the rain, my heart echoes the cry:
“How long, oh Lord, how long?”