It’s been a while since I wrote.
I know every person understands the phrase “Life gets in the way”. It’s appropriate for so much. Applicable to countless.
It’s been well spent, the break of words. Things which occurred during the time of quiet:
I know that list isn’t comprehensive, but it provides a glimpse of how may days have risen and set.
I have not done more work on the book, and I knew I would be afraid to come down from the mountain and lose the inspiration. Yet fellow writers will know – there are times the inspiration comes on its own and times (way more often) where you must generate your own and create the progress from scratch. So I won’t give in. I have come too far to turn back now. I have such wonderful support and people waiting in the wings for their unique help with the book. I have no doubt He’s behind this and has been patiently waiting for me to get on board. So much has been orchestrated in my life, I’m believing, to allow this as fruit. What honor!
The sweetness of silence and the worship of rest is such tangible blessing. I hope everyone has the opportunity to see oneself as earmarked for the holiness of rest and recuperation. Not merely in times of physical sickness or emotional or mental strain – but too, in times where all is well. Just because. Because it is worship to honor Him with no distractions and a clear pathway to simplicity and prompt and rejuvenation and treating the space you occupy as holy ground. As the place the Spirit thrives.
Yes, it’s all the more effective when there is pain and trouble. You’ll be amazed at the catharsis of silence. Of only you, for whatever duration your stage of life allows. All intervals able to be consumed are beneficial. Think upon this, I urge you. Let the people in your life assist in allowing you this gift. You can assist in theirs as well.
The most nourishing time I’ve had in quite a while came from a simple text from
a friend who continues to take my breath away with her loyalty and compassion.
I didn’t know I would be this blessed to find such a person here.
She spurs me on – to fight when I feel like melting away, to laugh when I need it,
to not for a moment believe my back is not watched or my heart does not matter.
She defends me when I don’t want to defend myself. I’m deeply moved by her example.
These are the kinds of medicine that awareness and vulnerability have brought me. For every time I’m met with indifference or unimportance – there are more impenetrable instances where I am fought for, championed, reminded of love and influence. It keeps me wanting to be open, though it hurts and is terrifying – it’s worth the risk because no matter the answer, I become built steadily on the Rock of Identity that lasts. I become plucked from the sins I chase after so diligently. The thorns of my rebellion are removed and I’m grafted back into the Vine of lasting fruit and purpose.
Thank you, whomever reads.
Thank you those who remind me against all odds, that I’m not alone.
Thank you, those who don’t have to do any reminding, because we’ve been part of each other for lifetimes. For sticking through the seasons and making it into the army of warriors who teach me every minute how to be braver and fight harder.
Easter is a word. You are a Masterpiece.