Susan Lafferty“Give us this day our daily bread” (Matthew 6:11).
Contentment with what I hold in my hands is fleeting. Feeling it’s not quite enough.
Subtle dissatisfaction. And an inner push for “more than.”
Then, some days, I just ignore the meal set before me.
Distracted. By things less filling.
Remember. Somedays the forgotten pieces of life surface. In old journals. Handwritten letters. Conversations.
Pointing out one experience. Leading to memories of another.
Recalling things hidden. Lost in the pace and race of living life on this planet.
Finding stories lodged beneath the years.
Wilderness. When the voice of the Beloved is silent. And the Word—so full of rivers and streams—feels like desert.
I remember thirst. And crying out. In a dark night of the soul. Longing for His instruction.
In the mornings, I waited. Asking.
Are You there? Can You hear me?
