Susan LaffertyThe shifting in our souls comes unbidden. Change is on the way. Undefined and unexplained. Untraceable.
Yet we know.
This surprises. Perplexes. How do we leave the incomplete? People we love? Those yet to turn and follow Christ?
We bring questions and loose ends before Him. Wrestle in prayer. Wanting specifics, really.
Silence.
“Hmm,” my college art teacher says. Then again, “Hmmmm.”
She’s looking over my shoulder. At the simple drawing. Graphite lines. Bare bones to plan and guide the assigned painting.
“Bigger. Go big!” She says. With increasing volume. Her arms flying out for emphasis. “Stretch it out. Go biiiig.”
The startling command contrasts with my small, neat pencil sketch. So confined and contained.
“Children are a blessing from the Lord.”
Truly. Absolutely. Our lives are enriched beyond measure by our three.
But there were days, of course. In the early years of parenting. When those blessings were standing on my last nerve.
