Susan LaffertyRhythm and order. Discipline. With a pattern specifically laid out for God’s people in the Old Testament.
Daily. Weekly. Monthly. Annually.
With sacrifices. Sacred assemblies. Festivals.
Divinely-designed schedules. Reminding them to remember. And honor the Lord their God.
As a people set apart for His glory.
Travel plans so carefully made. Flights scheduled and booked.
Anticipating long-delayed reunions. After many covid19 restrictions. Requirements. Roadblocks.
Then, sudden uncertainty. Again.
Everything is up in the air.
Like the autumn leaves outside my window. Scattering in the wind. Landing who knows where.
The one who speaks truth finds himself walled in. Weighed down. Worn out.
No hope. Only the crooked path. And a deep pit. Face in the gravel.
Affliction. With no end in sight.
This. When he’s fearlessly made known God’s ways. And wept over the judgment of a disobedient people.
Jeremiah laments.
