Susan Lafferty“Of all the places you’ve lived, which one is your favorite?”
It was a casual conversation and a question I’ve been asked many times. Impossible to answer.
So I said the usual: “There’s something special about each one.”
But over the next days I reflected on the significance of place in our lives. What is it that lodges a certain location in our hearts and minds?
And I began to notice place in God’s Word.
Early in my adolescent years, Mom remarked, “If Dad said the sky was blue, you would say it’s green.” Her words stand out in my mind.
Although I most likely protested (duh), inside I knew she was right. As I grew, maturity glossed over that stubbornness.
But pride still hovered close to the surface.
I was 29 when I married Todd and 33 when our first child was born. Suddenly a lot of “set in my ways” was unset and upset.
Then we arrived in Pakistan in 1992.
Phrases from other cultures land in our sentences and frequent our conversations.
One of those? “Same same, but different.”
We are the same. But different.
In our trek across oceans and sojourns in other lands, we see this.
Face to face. While talking about family. Life. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Struggle.
Same same, but different.
