Susan LaffertyWeeds never quit. They sprout on the edges and in the thick of things.
I pull them out. Easily. Their small roots dangling with dirt. Then I cast them aside in the trash.
The next day, coming back from my walk, I check the state of the yard. Weeds. More of them.
They are relentless. Through drought and flood. In season and out of season. Crowding out the chosen plants.
Packing up our lives every few years. Crossing oceans and borders. Figuring out friendships and fellowships and schools.
Navigating the spiritual landscapes that we land in.
How do we pray for our children in this cross-cultural life? Specifically and strategically?
Along the way I see the need for strong roots and movable tents. Stability and flexibility.
