Susan LaffertyDeath is the deep shadow.
Chasm of uninvited separation. Abrupt change. And tangible loss.
I miss Mom’s voice. Her hugs. Her laugh. And her interest in every little detail. Her focus on what is true and good. Her enthusiasm for learning and growing. Her love for God, His Word. And her example in faithful prayer.
This week would have been her 93rd birthday on earth.
“Now I belong to Jesus…”
As a child, learning to the play the piano, I’m drawn to the song’s chords and movement.
Crescendos and decrescendos communicate the message musically.
But lyrics repeated, settle in my heart. Comforting me with truth.
“Now I belong to Jesus.” And even at that young age I believe. There is security and safety in the arms of my Savior.
“The way of the cross leads home….”
In worship settings of my childhood, the hymn marched. Triumphant. Its lyrics sung with gusto.
In later years, the words hit differently. Move me into quiet consideration. Thoughtful meditation.
On how this is lived out. Day by day.
