Life is so...still. This is the time of waiting. The growing in the hurt. The listening in the silence. It is in the calm, the quiet, the bottom of the well of tears that I hear you. you whisper my name in the most gentle of ways. And I know. God, you never left. You never changed. You are there and you will pick me up and put a new song in my heart. You are good. And your love endures forever.
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Whispers
I hear her. A tiny, hesitant whisper of who I used to be. She stayed hidden for far too long. And it is time. It is time to stare fear down and find my place once again. My place of peace and purpose. I miss the days with my youth group kids where my heart felt on fire. Where the very idea of them watching my every move kept me on my toes. I want to get back to that place where God felt as close as my next breath. I will get there.
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