I wait between the quiet and the silent. There is a difference, you know. The silent is void. Nothing spoken, nothing heard.
Empty
Barren
Wanting
Much like winter, life appears dormant.
Hiding.
I know I have said it one way or another before but it remains true. I have wrestled long and hard this past year with the why and what of who I am. No easy answers are found – especially when everything is silent.
I wait.
And yet much like spring that buds new growth on what appeared long gone, I begin to hear and to the softest sound I strain. I want so desperately a newness to grow.
It is.
It is a reckoning of sorts. For in it was the weighing of worth against the True measure of life. That which clung to me (or I to it) had to be shed like the dropping leaves in the fall. Stripped and naked there is no place to hide.
Bare
Uncovered
Flaws revealed. Mercy sought. Grace given.
And now, new growth begins.
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