Susan LaffertyTrust in God’s provision? Tested. On hot days with no electricity.
Once-cool tile floors warmed our feet. And desert wind found its way through latched doors and loose windows.
No electricity. No pump. Thus, no water to the container on the roof which put water in our pipes.
During summers in Karachi, it was easy to fall into self-pity. And question God’s provision.
Silly, I know.
On Day 5 of covid19, my sense of taste and smell quietly leave. Unnoticed at first. In the onslaught of fever and fatigue.
Now, it’s six months later.
They haven’t fully returned.
This loss heightens my awareness of God’s design. Complex and purposeful.
In the body and the Body.
Winter trees. In crisp air at dawn. Stark. Branches bare. Empty.
The fog drifts in.
As I walk in fading darkness, I think about friends and family members who are suffering.
Standing weary. In the fog of impossible circumstances. Living with ongoing crisis. Conflict. Some with never-ending pain.
Cold and unrelenting winds whip through the lives of these loved ones.
And I ask how to pray.
What is His way for trees in winter?
