Susan LaffertyOpening shades to the mysterious. One January morning.
Fog. Hiding details outside my window.
Fog. Resting in the woods. And midair.
After Christmas and into the first week of this New Year, I take time to think back. Trying to remember the ebb and flow of last year.
Temporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop. Stirring mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
Make obedience a burden. Something to dread. Avoid. That’s what the world tries to do.
In today’s idol listings, personal fulfillment and independence rise up. Insisting we not be tied down. Or restricted by God’s commands.
“Too many requirements,” the world says.
