Susan LaffertyOn Sabbath, the people are eating food from heaven. Manna. Gathered the day before.
Every other day of the week, they’re out getting just enough for their daily needs. But the day before Sabbath they gather double the amount.
Necessary preparation. Before a holy day. His.
“My Sabbath,” God says repeatedly in Scripture.
Day of rest.
In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
Night watch. Our God neither slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121).
And sometimes He wakes us in the night. To watch and pray.
I remember when the two emails arrived. One after the other. To our inbox in Karachi.
Same time. Same message. Traveling across the world. From opposite sides of the United States.
