Susan LaffertyHesitation.
The soul stutters. Protests weakness.
Earthen vessels live fragile at times.
Trying too hard when it’s time to be still. Waiting too long when it’s time to move.
Resisting when He says speak. Stalling as He calls me somewhere out of my current comfort zone.
Winter grey. And snow remains. On the edges. In corners.
Hidden from the sun. By shelter and shadow.
Held captive by cold. Temperatures never rising quite far enough.
Winter’s fringes remain visible today. From where I sit. Looking through glass.
Christmas season. Spent last year in a world-class city. One of our favorites.
All shiny and bright. Perfect lights. Colors on point.
Christmas soundtrack playing continually. In stores. And on the streets. Everywhere.
In an Asian city.
