Susan LaffertyNew covenant.
Not like before. When glory shone on the mountaintop, obscured by clouds. Or in the tabernacle’s Holy of Holies, behind the veil.
Or the time glory filled the temple and no one could enter.
No, something changed.
Broken record pleading. Same old insecurity. Inadequacy.
Pride.
Doing a number on my thinking.
Fiery-dart target practice, feels like, somedays.
Age-old questions on repeat.
Deathly pale in light of the vision. No strength.
Alone and overwhelmed to the point of exhaustion, Daniel drops. Face to the ground.
Powerless. Speechless. Unable to breathe.
And the Lord responds to His servant. With tenderness and strength.
