Susan LaffertyAs promised last year. I offer writings from the menopaused years. Heart cries penned in the margins.
The titles are telling: Wait. Stillness. Hope. Broken. Challenge. Winter. Rhythm.
For those currently traveling through this particular season of life, take heart. Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:37-39).
Airport chairs. In the transit area.
Exhaustion weighs heavy in this middle place. This confined space.
And after the 17-hour flight across the Pacific, we mark time. Until boarding begins. For our next destination.
No longer living in the former place. Not yet setting foot in the new space. Caught in between.
Transit.
Several years ago we attend a conference at the beach. In Thailand. One morning I’m out for a walk as the sun rises.
I stop and gaze at the ocean. The waves roll gently. In and out. Steady.
I’m in the middle of fog and forgetfulness. A strange season of life. Change. Reminders that I’m aging.
Inside and out, I don’t feel like myself.