Susan LaffertyUnknowns pile up, left and right. Closed doors and uncertainty overwhelm. At the ends of the earth.
Amidst this confusion of crossroads. During a certain season in our lives. Fears creep in. Uninvited.
Then. In the weight of urgent prayer, a passage of Scripture whispers in my thoughts.
Rising gently. Firmly. Pressing through the questions and concerns.
A hymn of praise. Penned by Paul.
About the Sovereign One.
In cross-cultural living over the years, daily conversations provide interesting entry points. For the gospel.
Asking the Spirit for wisdom, I watch and listen. Then see opportunities to share truth. Relating stories from Scripture.
In South and Southeast Asia, I notice one particular account often comes up. Addressing fears–named and unnamed. Pointing to our Savior.
That time Jesus said, “Peace. Be still.”
The realtors come to look at our house. Consider its selling features. Advise on what we must do as we get ready to place it on the market.
We know we need to clear the clutter. But their first comment? “You sure have a lot of books.”
Why, yes. Yes we do.
Then comes the directive.
“Clear out this bookcase and that one and that one. Go ahead and pack those books. Store them out of sight.”