Susan LaffertyWorship. In a small house group, I watch one woman sing with such joy. Tears, even.
Midlife at the time, I’ve fallen into unhealthy patterns. Critiquing content and structure. Or impatience with those leading in services and retreats.
Prideful. And forgetting priority.
Losing focus of the One we worship.
Uninvited fears press against the window.
And slip in through the cracks.
Seeping into the throng of thoughts populating our minds.
Hitching themselves to “what if’s” and “why’s” and “how’s.”
Living water flows out through the east gate. In Ezekiel’s vision.
Getting larger. Deeper. The further he walks.
Fruitful, leafy trees line this ever-growing river of life. Providing for the needs of the people.
And revealing what’s to come.
