He passed away unexpectedly a little over a month ago and I am forced to reexamine as the grief mucks around the crevices of my heart. Sometimes the pain is too deep for words and so one remains silent.

I am at a place where I cannot give birth to what is churning within; I cannot give voice to the deep utterances of my heart; I cannot do it adequately.  And so, I wait.

For one who expresses herself through the written word and finds release in so doing, this season of draught has been tough. But then I remember that God calls us into the desert for times of pruning, honing, and growth. He called Moses into the desert for 40 years; he called Jesus into the desert for 40 days. Who knows how long this season will last, but I embrace it. For it’s in the deserts of my life that I have grown the most, come to know God deeper and have fallen more in love with Jesus.

May it be so during this season as well.