Susan LaffertyTemporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop stirs mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
Temporary. No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
Shell, found.
Tucked in a side pocket of an old backpack. From some forgotten trip.
Somewhere I walked on a beach. Gazed at the horizon.
Then looked down for treasure.
And there they were. Scattered on sand. Different shapes. Colors. Designs.
Intricate ridges. Swirls. Some perfect. Others, broken and jagged.
Each reminding me of something more.
Lamp shining in a dark place. That’s what Peter calls it.
Truth speaking. Holding us steady while it is night.
So, pay attention. Watch and learn.
Until the Day dawns.
