Susan LaffertyMaps torn at the creases. Unfolded and refolded over the years. Attempts to plot journeys.
Travels over land. Across the sea.
The flat paper world of continents and countries. Oceans and rivers. Cities. Mountains. Plains. Deserts.
Light-weight and world-at-a-glance.
Foldable. Disposable.
Unlike real-life-living in the marks on the map.
2020. And the pandemic spreads to the ends of the earth. We wait. And walk in constant change. Cancellations. Upheaval.
Those serving around the world are affected. Some caught in months of lockdown. Stopped at borders. Forced to leave. Or forced to stay in their home countries.
At times it feels overwhelming. As we grieve unexpected losses.
In the middle of it all, I’m drawn back to a familiar psalm of deliverance. Psalm 18. Detailing the sure and powerful rescue by the Almighty.
This time I read the first verse. Stop. And can’t move past it.
I’m compelled in that moment. To reach beyond grief. And dwell on the deep, deep love of my King. Lover of my soul.
