Susan LaffertyHesitation.
The soul stutters. Protests weakness.
Earthen vessels live fragile at times.
Trying too hard when it’s time to be still. Waiting too long when it’s time to move.
Resisting when He says speak. Stalling as He calls me somewhere out of my current comfort zone.
“Now I belong to Jesus…”
As a child, learning to the play the piano, I’m drawn to the song’s chords and movement.
Crescendos and decrescendos communicate the message musically.
But lyrics repeated, settle in my heart. Comforting me with truth.
“Now I belong to Jesus.” And even at that young age I believe. There is security and safety in the arms of my Savior.
Stepping out into early morning air. First breath of dawn. Stillness.
Sky somewhere between dark and light.
Not even visible. Yet. But all creation anticipates the all-out glory of what’s coming.
Streetlights dim. Even the moon and stars fade. At the certain, steady rise of God’s sun.
Full light of day is coming.
