Susan LaffertyTrust in God’s provision? Tested. On hot days with no electricity.
Once-cool tile floors warmed our feet. And desert wind found its way through latched doors and loose windows.
No electricity. No pump. Thus, no water to the container on the roof which put water in our pipes.
During summers in Karachi, it was easy to fall into self-pity. And question God’s provision.
Silly, I know.
As promised last year. I offer writings from the menopaused years. Heart cries penned in the margins.
The titles are telling: Wait. Stillness. Hope. Broken. Challenge. Winter. Rhythm.
For those currently traveling through this particular season of life, take heart. Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:37-39).
Pages torn out of old journals rest in my hands. Stapled together. Written by my father at 28 and 29. Newly arrived on the field overseas.
Entries penned in precise style. Possibly with the Parker ink pen I can picture in my mind. Dad’s writing instrument of choice for years.
He turns 90 this month. And this window into his thoughts over 60 years ago reveal the foundation of a life wholeheartedly committed to his Lord.
No ordinary life.
