Susan LaffertyLegacy, unintentional.
From the least likely.
A poor widow
unnamed
obscure
hidden
in the shadows
of wealthy patrons.
Slipping in
behind
crowds and
considerable contributions
at the temple coffers.
Our firstborn was 14 weeks old when we moved overseas. En route to Pakistan.
The week before we left America, I held her close and wept. Quietly. With the door shut. In the bedroom at my in-laws’ home.
I asked the Lord, “What are we doing to our little girl?”
The weight of leaving what we knew and going to the unknown hit me hard that day as I rocked Becca in my arms.
But we finished packing our trunks and suitcases. Then boarded the Thai Airways flight across the ocean.
The habit takes me to the necessary. Wherever we are and whatever state of settled or unsettled we may be in.
Through the scattered parts of transition or life in general, it’s a habit that orders my day. Puts priority in its proper place.
This habit, shaped and established over the years, has shaped and established me. It is daily focused time with the Lord. A discipline that keeps me abiding in Christ through prayer and the Word.
