There is this small issue in my experience with God these days. He's been silent.
I know in my soul that my God is not silent. He is ever-present and always moving. He moves in and through people. Even me. Whether we see it or not, the truth is that He does not rest. The silence then, I know, in my soul, is not God; it cannot be. And that makes me upset at myself. It must, I decide, be an issue with my hearing. My attitude. My lifestyle. Where is it that I am sinning - not repentant. I bring my heart before God. What is it that I need get right in order to rightly hear my Lord? I strive in order to figure out what it must be. And still I hear nothing.
But what if it's not me. What if nothing is wrong? And He's not silent then. I've been wondering lately if the quiet is its very own message. What if I'm meant just to wait?
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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