Susan LaffertyAs 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).
Winter trees. In crisp air at dawn. Stark. Branches bare. Empty.
The fog drifts in.
As I walk in fading darkness, I think about friends and family members who are suffering.
Standing weary. In the fog of impossible circumstances. Living with ongoing crisis. Conflict. Some with never-ending pain.
Cold and unrelenting winds whip through the lives of these loved ones.
And I ask how to pray.
What is His way for trees in winter?
