Susan LaffertyThe children ask, “What do these stones mean to you?”
So they hear stories of remembrance. About the journey to the Jordan.
And the precise moment priests stuck their toes in the river. While carrying the ark of the covenant.
Their elders say the water just stopped. And piled in a heap. During flood season. When the Jordan regularly overflows its banks.
And then the riverbed lay dry before them. Ready for their crossing.
Fragments of divided hearts scatter. In the winds of social media.
Bits and pieces of pride. Rebellion. Hate. Anger.
And the very avenues that can draw people together, turn and twist. Break trust. Splinter relationships.
Slander and gossip crowd in.
Calculated deception.
Articulated for the very purpose of division and destruction.
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).
