Susan LaffertyEmptiness grows. In the stained-glass halls of deluded prophets and shepherds.
Those who speak visions from their own minds. Of their own making.
Instead of delivering the true and unchanging Word of God.
Reading Jeremiah, I see this.
And watch how truth interrupts compromise.
Dawn. And I’m walking on a path interrupted by roots. Stumbling on acorns hidden beneath fallen leaves.
The way feels uneven.
Unpredictable.
I can’t look up. In the grey. Before full light reveals.
Dabbling in the Word of God.
Searching for a verse that fits. And serves my agenda. It happens.
Comfort levels sometimes dictate this. Looking for a way to stay. Or leave.
Wanting His Word to match my ways. My methods.
And back me up.
