Susan LaffertyUnexpected surrender started with an invitation. Out of the blue. To consider a role in the U.S.
And our immediate thought? No. Can’t be right. Our calling is cross-cultural. Among the nations.
Besides, we weren’t ready to leave South Asia and her people. The place had wrestled its way into our hearts.
Then another ask came. To focus on megacities in South Asia. Surely that’s the one, we thought. Fits our heart and skill set. New city. Same area of the world.
Uninvited fears press against the window.
And slip in through the cracks.
Seeping into the throng of thoughts populating our minds.
Hitching themselves to “what if’s” and “why’s” and “how’s.”
We heard it repeated. Often. “Being in the center of God’s will is the safest place to be.”
Well, yes.
But safest can be interpreted in different ways.
We were living in a city where Taliban congregated and proliferated.
One political party’s slogan read “Sell your televisions and buy guns.” As they sought to overthrow the ruling party by force.
Safest was not the first word that came to mind.
