Susan LaffertyShoeless. Face to the ground. On the plains of Jericho.
This. After Joshua stares at the man standing there with sword drawn. Equipped for battle.
This. After he asks the critical question: “Are you for us or for our enemies?” (Joshua 5:13ff)
Whose side are you on? Can I trust you? Should I fight against you?
The psalmist watches the wicked. And envy almost leads him astray. Almost.
Psalm 73 details what he sees. Chronicles his struggles with the why of their influence and power. Their wealth.
He wonders if the straight and narrow is worth the painful realities of his life.
It’s early 2013. Delhi, India. And I’m standing at the bathroom sink. Crying out to the Father. Again.
I can see the marble counter. The dingy mirror. Remember the blur of anguish. Helplessness.
“What are we to do, Lord? How do we help our son?”
The Lord has already made two things clear to me in that season (as detailed in Prodigal, Part 1).
1. Wait. Wait on the Lord.
2. Devote yourself to prayer.
Now I’m standing on the tile floor, in evening shadows. Pleading.
