Susan LaffertyRemember. Somedays the forgotten pieces of life surface. In old journals. Handwritten letters. Conversations.
Pointing out one experience. Leading to memories of another.
Recalling things hidden. Lost in the pace and race of living life on this planet.
Finding stories lodged beneath the years.
Unexpected ways. How He pierces hearts. Pursues the lost lamb.
Opens eyes to see. And ears to hear.
During our years in a desert city, a believer shares her story. Tells me the very moment she turned and followed Christ.
Reading Scripture. And not the usual evangelistic passage.
But pointing to the One who is worthy of our praise.
Through the years, Paul’s description rings true. God forms the earthen vessel for a purpose.
To display His truth. Reveal His glory.
Somewhere along the way 2 Corinthians 4:7 becomes a life verse for me. A reminder of my weakness and His strength. What I’m here for.
But one year, I wrestle with that image. In a new way. Because someone I always consider strong is suddenly weak.
