Susan LaffertyDifferences. In communities. At school and work. Church.
And families.
Sandpaper, at times. Irritating encounters. Opposing views getting in the way of relationships.
One day, when our kids were young, it hit me.
Motionless. I sit. In sunlight. Stilled by loss and grief spilling across screens and down streets. Through personal stories of friends and strangers. Hard and sad.
Bitter wounds. Raw pain rooted deep. Laid bare.
Motionless. I wait. Stilled by the scale of it. What are we to do? Hands rest, palms up.
Eyes lifted to open sky between tall trees.
Wordless cry to the One I trust.
