Susan LaffertyHot sun, blue sky. The ocean waves were high and constant at Kuta Beach in Bali that summer of my sophomore year in college.
It was a familiar place. Site of many family vacations. But no longer the empty beach of my childhood.
Tourists flocked there from all over the world. And hotels lined the ocean.
The journals come in all sizes. Most have survived extremes. Dust and drought. Mold and humidity. It shows.
They hold my life records. The common, daily occurrences of a cross-cultural life. The ongoing spiritual battle.
And the struggles of our children in the midst of it all.
Constant illnesses. Anxieties. Hurt. Fears.
In dust and drought. Mold and humidity.
“I didn’t think God should say that.” I remember the look on her face. The raw honesty of her words. Skipping truth because it entered a place of brokenness in her life.
The memory floods in as I ponder the importance of handling the Word of God rightly. With integrity. In study and proclamation.
Studying passages in context. In the whole counsel of Scripture. And together with other believers.
