Susan LaffertyUnknowns pile up, left and right. Closed doors and uncertainty overwhelm. At the ends of the earth.
Amidst this confusion of crossroads. During a certain season in our lives. Fears creep in. Uninvited.
Then. In the weight of urgent prayer, a passage of Scripture whispers in my thoughts.
Rising gently. Firmly. Pressing through the questions and concerns.
A hymn of praise. Penned by Paul.
About the Sovereign One.
Star light. Star bright.
Catching the eyes of those who study night skies.
Radiance. Set apart. Outshining all the others.
Something unusual is going on. Beyond normal star patterns. And they mark the time of its appearing.
I look up in the early dark of winter sky. And think about those wise men long ago.
Hands in the dishwater. Scrubbing pot, pan, plates.
And the way of Brother Lawrence comes to mind. “Practicing the presence of God” in the midst of the mundane.
Speaking thanks in the ordinary helps me. To learn this way.
Practicing thankfulness prompts me. To notice His presence in common tasks and everyday occurrences. All along the daily path.
And the possibilities are endless. Leading me to look upward and outward.
“Let us enter His presence with thanksgiving…”
Psalm 95:2 CSB
