Sorry for the silence, friends.
It’s been a long stretch of quiet in the midst of chaos, the kind where incredibly deep things are happening in the stillness of my heart while the world goes on around me. I’ve made decisions, dragged suitcases around again, said goodbyes. And I’ve seen God be who He is. Faithful. Good.
And I’ve been quiet.
I’ve missed blogging.
But it’s been hard to articulate the things He’s working in my heart. So I’ve sat, hammock creaking, birds rustling in the leaves, and I’ve closed my eyes. I’ve left the laptop shut.
This quiet place is just for Him and me.
There’s been so much to say, and nothing. All at the same time.
I need His presence in that space in my heart where no one else goes. It changes me like a fire plunged red-hot into the depths of my soul.
I need the quiet. It’s my lifeblood.
But this winter, the silence has held a secondary purpose, too.
In the midst of all the moving, there’s been a humbling opportunity to put to paper the story of what He’s done in my heart over the past decade or so, the story of how He brought my life from stagnant, broken dreams to being finally free. The story of how He became enough … of how He became everything.
That story is going to be a book soon. Crazy.
To God be the glory for the things He has done.
Writing them down has driven me straight to worship.
I hope it will do the same for you.
I’ll have more details soon, but I hope you’ll come along, if you find the story resonates. I hope it will, because I’d like to keep hearing yours as we go. Because your story, our stories – they push me closer to God. And I’m grateful for that. Grateful for you.
Because this path that leads to Him was always meant to be walked together.