I want to write, to convey all the mixed up thoughts running through my mind.
But somehow the words are not coming.
This rarely happens to me … I always have something to say.
But today … nothing.
Blank pages haunt me. Five days of no blog posts scare me.
What if the words are gone?
Just typing that terrifies me. Writing, speaking, articulating … that’s my thing. That’s how I describe myself. How I define myself.
If the words are gone, what is left?
Today is rainy and cold. No sun shining through the clouds. The leaves have all fallen and turned brown. Bare branches sway in the breeze. The season of invisible growth has arrived outside. Trees are hoarding resources preparing for the burst of spring. Leaves slowly decay into the ground nourishing the soil for the flowers to come.
Maybe I’m in a season of invisible growth too. Maybe the words are gone … for a time … so that I will lean into The Word. Remembering that my identity isn’t found in the words I write is a lesson worth revisiting.
For in Him we live and move and have our being … Acts 17:28
Perhaps as Advent begins, my words need to fade away so that I can embrace the beauty of the Word made flesh (John 1:14).
Perhaps, maybe, your words need to fade as well?
linking to Write It, Girl … because even when words fail, I write
and to life:unmasked … because real matters and writing it out helps