Susan LaffertyIn the tapestry God weaves on this “go and make disciples” journey, threads don’t always come together like I imagine they will.
Unfinished. Conversations sometimes unraveling. Quiet dismissals.
And me, stumbling through. Weak.
Wondering if I’m saying it in a way they can understand.
From an early age, I learned about giving. Putting money in the offering plate.
Then Mom and Dad taught me to tithe my small allowance.
It wasn’t much. But I learned what a tenth was.
And gave every Sunday at our church in Surabaya.
Helpless?
Frail. Weak. In steady decline.
Yet held.
Cradled in the hands of
the One who holds stars–
and hearts, too.
Resting in the shadow
of the Almighty.
