Susan LaffertyAirport chairs. In the transit area.
Exhaustion weighs heavy in this middle place. This confined space.
And after the 17-hour flight across the Pacific, we mark time. Until boarding begins. For our next destination.
No longer living in the former place. Not yet setting foot in the new space. Caught in between.
Transit.
Nothing can separate us from His love. Nothing.
Death begs to differ. Disease and pain try to write a different story. The troubles in this world whisper hopelessness.
Loss. Division. Fracture. All attempting to question or deny His love, compassion, and care.
And yet. We dare to hope. Because of our Savior.
He writes the true story.
“We’ve found Him,” Philip says. Bearing witness. Talking about the Promised One.
And in the pushback from Nathanael, he doesn’t argue. But simply says, “Come and see.” [John 1:43-51]
Over the years, we sojourn in several different countries. Among various cultures and religious traditions. Doing life with new friends, we hear their stories. Share ours.
Over tea with a friend, I bear witness. Tell the most important Story in my life. About the Promised One who came. And changed me for eternity.
