Poof! The structure is a cartoon. Beams burst out like watch springs, floors flay like toothpicks, joists now sticks cannot hold a load, or be re-constructed back into that intricate attic cathedral. Even cross beams and braces that once had the elegance of a mantis now resemble scrambled eggs, the skeletal remains of Irma’s destruction Like sailors venerating the safety of their ship, my family’s achievements were deferentially displayed in the cocooned walls of our home. No

. . . in the womb our child is safe, free and happy outside the womb our hearts reach out to find grace in believing God is in control of...