Susan LaffertyTreasure. In my childhood, any mention of it fascinated me. Inspired imagination.
Treasure buried. Hidden. The historical findings of archaeological digs revealed in layer after layer.
The mystery, captivating. How various clues led to discovery. Of riches. And ancient civilizations.
In those days, I dreamed of becoming an archaeologist. But meanwhile, I was on the lookout. Tracing evidence that might lead to a prize.
You reveal mystery in the quiet, often.
Solitude.
Hard won in certain seasons. Mere breaths of time when children are young. Random moments, captured here and there.
But out of necessity, we take them. Make time. And draw near.
The shifting in our souls comes unbidden. Change is on the way. Undefined and unexplained. Untraceable.
Yet we know.
This surprises. Perplexes. How do we leave the incomplete? People we love? Those yet to turn and follow Christ?
We bring questions and loose ends before Him. Wrestle in prayer. Wanting specifics, really.
Silence.
