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.
This past week, the stories surface. Continually. Through emails. Personal posts. Press releases.
Believers holding on to the confession of our hope.
I’m watching for this. The declaration. The profession. The holding fast of Hebrews 10:23. “Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, since He who promised is faithful.”
And all week long, I hear them.
Their confessions affirm what is real. True. We are sure of what we hope for. Certain of what we do not see.
Our firstborn was 14 weeks old when we moved overseas. En route to Pakistan.
The week before we left America, I held her close and wept. Quietly. With the door shut. In the bedroom at my in-laws’ home.
I asked the Lord, “What are we doing to our little girl?”
The weight of leaving what we knew and going to the unknown hit me hard that day as I rocked Becca in my arms.
But we finished packing our trunks and suitcases. Then boarded the Thai Airways flight across the ocean.
