Susan LaffertyPoor in spirit? It takes drawing near to You for me to understand.
In Your Presence, reality reigns.
Your light reveals empty substitutes for true riches encroaching.
Your Word speaks. Opening arrogant eyes. Unstopping stubborn ears.
Truth. Zeroing in on where I’m prone to wander.
Desert town with main street revitalized.
Colorful shops and cafes, side by side. In aged buildings freshly painted with desert hues. Sand and sage and purple.
We wander in the warren of shops connected through inner doors. And find antiques, curiosities, junk.
Collecting dust.
On Sabbath, the people are eating food from heaven. Manna. Gathered the day before.
Every other day of the week, they’re out getting just enough for their daily needs. But the day before Sabbath they gather double the amount.
Necessary preparation. Before a holy day. His.
“My Sabbath,” God says repeatedly in Scripture.
Day of rest.
