Susan LaffertyIn the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.
Pause in the afternoon.
Fix a small teapot of darjeeling. Or steep ginger herbal tea in porcelain cups.
The simple cultural practice learned in other lands remains in my life today.
Taking time. Away from chores and computer and concerns. Sitting quietly or visiting with a friend.
Daily pause. To breathe.
Psalm 57. Giving words when there are no words.
Soaring through the twists and turns of our sojourn.
Speaking true my fears and frustrations.
Then bringing me back to praise and vision. Recounting the faithfulness of the Most High God and declaring Him to the nations.
