Susan LaffertySomething new. Blank page of another year. Month. Day.
Unwritten. Unspoken. Unknown by me.
At the open door sits fresh, white snow as far as the eye can see. Waiting for the first footprint.
Looks like hope.
Back in the day we studied our stress by listing losses. Marking life experiences.
All the cross-cultural moves. Illnesses. Births. Deaths. Evacuations.
Added up, the numbers were telling.
Stress levels confirmed.
The problem of pain sits in shadows. Valleys. Sometimes hidden.
Walking by faith, we navigate broken streets. And journey with hurting people.
Face to face with a biblical reality.
“For we know that the whole creation groans…” (Romans 8:22 NASB).
