Susan LaffertyIn the tapestry God weaves on this “go and make disciples” journey, threads don’t always come together like I imagine they will.
Unfinished. Conversations sometimes unraveling. Quiet dismissals.
And me, stumbling through. Weak.
Wondering if I’m saying it in a way they can understand.
The candle flame moves. Flickers. Casting large shadows on the walls. I sit in the edges of its light.
All the celebrations of last week give way to winter quiet. Time to remember and reflect. Looking towards the future.
In past seasons there was little time for this quiet space. A long one, anyway. The season of raising three young children comes to mind.
Even then, the hurry in my soul needed me to sit. Rest. Looking to the One who knows my days.
