Susan LaffertyEnemy at the gate. In our everyday lives. Enemy of our souls–the deceiver.
Making promises that entice. Feeding our longing for things to be easy. Comfortable.
Highlighting our fears of future unknowns. Making us wonder about God’s good purpose. His ordained plan.
Sometimes it’s tempting to give in to the lie. What sounds better. Almost true.
“The way of the cross leads home….”
In worship settings of my childhood, the hymn marched. Triumphant. Its lyrics sung with gusto.
In later years, the words hit differently. Move me into quiet consideration. Thoughtful meditation.
On how this is lived out. Day by day.
When Someday seems too far, the fragile heart mourns. Torn. Tender.
Walking in the weight of sorrow.
Sitting in the dark.
And we cry out for rocky paths made smooth. The broken place, whole. Strong winds and high waves, stilled.
Longing to affirm the true. And say we are crushed but not in despair.
