Susan LaffertyTrust in God’s provision? Tested. On hot days with no electricity.
Once-cool tile floors warmed our feet. And desert wind found its way through latched doors and loose windows.
No electricity. No pump. Thus, no water to the container on the roof which put water in our pipes.
During summers in Karachi, it was easy to fall into self-pity. And question God’s provision.
Silly, I know.
As promised last year. I offer writings from the menopaused years. Heart cries penned in the margins.
The titles are telling: Wait. Stillness. Hope. Broken. Challenge. Winter. Rhythm.
For those currently traveling through this particular season of life, take heart. Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:37-39).
Several years ago, in the upheaval of an unexpected move to a different country, I’m struggling.
Questions speak loud. Wake me in the night.
What if it’s the wrong place?
What if it doesn’t work?
What if we can’t get permission to stay?
What if…?
Doubts about the future linger. Rising from underlying fear. In a long season of unanswered questions.
