Hiding

Sometimes I sit and stare at a blank screen. I'm not sure why. My heart is speaking in silent pleas and whispers that just can't seem to articulate themselves.

There is tension between what my life displays versus all that my soul craves.

Moving from point A to point B-- to points G and H

How?

When?

Why?

For Him. Because of Him, for certain.

I feel helpless and maybe even a tiny bit gun-shy.

I am not the woman that I thought I would be. She was a vapor. The woman that I am is present and true and drawn to a way of living, thinking, worshiping and loving to which I never knew I would aspire. And right now, in the midst of this moment in time, I think that I miss that particular "me."

The woman that I am. She's here, but she's been hiding.

Do you feel hidden inside yourself?

Psalm 139:14
"Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it."

Maybe as the spring awakens, so will I.

Silent Prayers

Haiti.
Orphans.
Sickness.
Depression.
Despair.
Hunger.
Loneliness.
Widows.
Slavery.
Abuse.
Injustice.

Sometimes there are no other words.

Silent prayers breathed in desperation resound the loudest.