Susan LaffertyIn December, a treasured necklace from Japan falls on the floor. Breaks.
And I get on my knees. Gathering broken pieces. Fragments.
Trying to put the puzzle back together. But it sits.
Incomplete.
So I place what remains in a bowl. Not ready to give up on it yet. Perhaps a shard or two skittered under a cabinet.
Shepherd feet make paths. Up hills and through fields. As shepherds do what shepherds do.
Tending flocks. And keeping watch. Under sun and stars and moon. Alert for thieves and predators. Protecting the sheep.
And little do they know. Their ordinary feet are about to change. Into the extraordinary.
Beautiful feet.
“Make every effort.” Peter repeats the phrase in his second letter. Several times.
And in the conclusion, he combines it with an unexpected word. Counter-intuitive.
“Therefore, dear friends, while you wait for these things, make every effort to be found without spot or blemish in His sight, at peace.” 2 Peter 3:14
Make every effort. While you wait.
