silence

It's times like these I really wish I had a private blog.

Well, I suppose not... because if that were true, I'd be writing everything down in a journal that only my eyes could see.

Instead, I wish I had a blog where I could freely write everything going on in my head and in my heart. But, circumstances what they are... It's just not possible.

I always liked the idea of anonymity as a writer. The idea, but never the reality. I mean, I write because I have something to say, and if I'm going to say it, then I need to own up to it.

Maybe I just keep hoping for that wise reader who stumbles upon my blog and from their non-place in my life can speak into my struggles such truths that I cannot deny the Divine Intervention.

But, nevertheless, I know that it all ends well.

And not speaking is giving me a chance to listen.