Susan LaffertyAt the beginning of each year, my mother asks, “Do you have a Scripture verse for this year?” January 2013 was no different.
So I asked the Father to reveal a specific Scripture for that year. An overarching theme to pray and study. And a verse to send Mom.
On beach vacations in my childhood, I made little sand bowls. Piled up a mountain of sand, scooped out the top, then slowly poured a cup of water in.
It baked in the tropical heat. And I baked in the tropical heat. Then, brushing away the loose sand, I lifted out a fragile oddly-shaped sand bowl.
The momentary art of a child at play.
The surf moved in and out. I sat in the vast ocean holding my little creation. A large wave drenched me. The bowl dissolved. Wet sand ran through my fingers in the waves. Delightful.
Then I made another one.