Maybe it’s writer’s block. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve been completely overwhelmed, or overloaded, or something.
I still am.
But I’m trying to pull up and out and word again, really I am.
The hardest part right now is that I couldn’t talk about what I’m feeling even if I did have words for it because whatever this is, it’s too raw, too open to the elements, too private to put out there.
So I keep trying to process it in here, and I’m finding that’s a lot more easily said than done.
The Spirit of God loves sinners and dances best where life spills out on the floor. –John Fischer
Right now I have to leave the dancing to Him.
I can’t hear the music.