We live in a quiet, small town. Parades, parks, farmer's market, little league. I know my checker's name. I've made friends solely on the fact that I run into them multiple times in multiple places. The fabric store, the park, story time at the library. It's a good place.
There has been three attacks within the last two weeks, most likely by the same person. It's haunting. Violating. One of the attacks was one of my friends. Like diving into a still pool in the cold of winter, it jolted my awareness of danger. Thankfully she and the other women are okay, but it's a reminder of the foulness that even parades and flying kites can't hide or protect.
There has been three attacks within the last two weeks, most likely by the same person. It's haunting. Violating. One of the attacks was one of my friends. Like diving into a still pool in the cold of winter, it jolted my awareness of danger. Thankfully she and the other women are okay, but it's a reminder of the foulness that even parades and flying kites can't hide or protect.
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.