This place became silent. Not really by choice, but by neglect. My quiet time to tap out thoughts on a keyboard is minimal now.
Life crowds out the non-essentials, and I’ve questioned my need for blogging. It is not essential, but writing does help me process the thoughts crashing around in my heart.
I miss beating out words to discover truth amid the toil. I don’t have to write, but I do want to live fully awake. Writing just might enhance that.
I come back to this place and find a few thoughts recorded here and there. The posts in draft are just a few glimpses of my life over the past two years.
So much has changed.
So many of my own fears have been faced.
Much of what I’ve written, I don’t know how to share. Some of it is so entwined in the stories of others that I simply don’t know how to share it. Some of it is painful. Many of the ideas are still in the process.
But I still wonder if I should write again for this little place?
Jotting notes to capture the moments of wonder that come with family life. Sharing what I’m thinking through.
Writing to separate the cosmos from the chaos. Finding peace amid trials.
Giving hope to carry on…