I've been laying low since the beginning of January engaged in a Lord of The Rings style battle with a wicked case of systemic strep that involved some complications. Without going into detail I've embraced the silence of these last 6 weeks with much surrender and it's amazing to experience what you can hear when all the noise and the undercurrent of life comes to an unpredictable halt. How many self-professed workaholics would ever surrender to rest unless forced to do so? Not this one. But for the first time in a long time I've savored some truths I needed to taste again. I've sifted through worries that have overstayed their welcome and fought some of my worst fears. Quietly. Silently.
I've read books, I've listened to new music, I've written new music, I've had face to face conversations with my people and I've watched the Spirit tend to the ground of my heart anew. What peeks through the soil feels a lot like revelation rising through a covering of grace. His grace. The fellowship of the suffering, where we get caught in the downpour and we lose control and we pray and our roots reach down HARD for truth. THIS is beautiful, this is staggering, this is real and oh how we grow. Oh how HE grows us. Today was my first "Normal" day in 6 weeks but I'm thankful for the long season of silence and what it has produced. God takes away and He gives. Blessed be. More to come. A new reveal soon.