Susan LaffertyFrom 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.
Early Sunday morning, my dad passed through death into the glorious presence of the Lord.
His faith became sight.
And we grieve. But not without hope.
For he is Home with our Good Shepherd and King.
Truly resting.
In peace.
