Susan LaffertyShell, found.
Tucked in a side pocket of an old backpack. From some forgotten trip.
Somewhere I walked on a beach. Gazed at the horizon.
Then looked down for treasure.
And there they were. Scattered on sand. Different shapes. Colors. Designs.
Intricate ridges. Swirls. Some perfect. Others, broken and jagged.
Each reminding me of something more.
Leaves crunch beneath my feet. Cold front moved in. So the air is chilled. Still.
Inside I’m scattered.
Numb.
Not sure how to process what’s happening. The unexpected hard.
“In everything give thanks”? How?
Unknowns pile up, left and right. Closed doors and uncertainty overwhelm. At the ends of the earth.
Amidst this confusion of crossroads. During a certain season in our lives. Fears creep in. Uninvited.
Then. In the weight of urgent prayer, a passage of Scripture whispers in my thoughts.
Rising gently. Firmly. Pressing through the questions and concerns.
A hymn of praise. Penned by Paul.
About the Sovereign One.
