All Quiet On The Western Front

I just wanted to pop in here and say, "No, I'm not giving up this blog, but yes, it might be a while before I find myself coming over here to write something."

I'm in  a season where I just don't have the right words.  Sometimes I don't have any words, right or wrong.  That is not like me at all.  I've never been a "stuffer", one of those people who keeps everything locked inside and you never really know what they are thinking or feeling until it spills over.  I'm always spilling over, and I rarely keep anything inside.  I wouldn't have made a good Mary, the one who kept everything the angel said close to her heart and spent eons pondering it privately.  I would have called up my best friend moments after the angel left and I had remembered my name.  But I think I may have started "stuffing" sometime in the past year, and now I find that I've got a bit of writer's block with a hefty dose of speaker's block thrown in for good measure.

I'm also taking the next four weeks to be intentional about doing some more healing from my birth trauma.  I'm participating in a pilot program designed to help mothers like me heal from their trauma.  It's designed for moms of babes in arms, and I'm a few years beyond that.  But the author/designer was willing to take me on, and I was interested in seeing how it might help even now.  And I find that the timing is rather appropriate.  This summer has revealed further areas inside of me that need healing from that part of my life.  So I'm looking forward to devoting my time this next month to something that could end up being very beneficial, not just for my own heart, but also for the women I try to serve.

So I'll be around, but I'll be quiet over here unless I get that familiar compelling feeling that I MUST write.  But that feeling hasn't happened in a while.  And I think I'll be pretty occupied with this pilot program.  See you in awhile.