Susan LaffertyIn the tapestry God weaves on this “go and make disciples” journey, threads don’t always come together like I imagine they will.
Unfinished. Conversations sometimes unraveling. Quiet dismissals.
And me, stumbling through. Weak.
Wondering if I’m saying it in a way they can understand.
Ancient paths. The image fixed in my mind is a smooth clay trail in the bamboo forest. A path of my childhood. Worn by years of feet traveling from one ridge to the next. Winding through the valley. Around boulders and past simple thatch homes.
It’s an old path. A good path. That takes me where I need to go.