Susan LaffertyTemporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop stirs mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
Temporary. No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
New Delhi, 2012. The electricity goes off. Right after a loud explosion. Most likely a transformer that’s blown in the neighborhood.
It’s late afternoon when shadows lengthen and shade our second floor flat. I sit in the dark. And wait.
The mental checklist forms automatically. Honed by long experience. If it’s an extended power outage, there are things to do.
He is the God who reveals. And draws people to Himself.
At the school where our children study in Singapore, a woman sees the invitation for mothers to gather and pray.
So, she comes. Curious. Seeking.
I speak her heart language. So we meet later. And I explain the gospel.
In a subsequent meeting, she repents and believes.
