Emptiness.
Nothing.
Stillness.
Stirring.
Have you ever felt these things? or maybe, have you ever wondered, why?, these things are ever present within you?
I sure have.
In fact, for some time now, every time I came to write here, these very words rose up in me and stilled me.
In that stillness there is nothing but stillness. There is nothing but an emptiness that leaves me feeling I have nothing to offer - no words to put together, no thoughts that make sense, nothing to say - nothing.
And yet, there is a stirring that does not go away. A stirring that keeps swirling within me. It's this little fire that sways, keeping a warmth within me filled with hope and desire and the whisper of in His time.
I don't know what or when or how often I should be on this little webhome of mine, but I do know that I've asked Him for time, a request I notice Him answering in spurts, here and there spurts that I need to embrace. I also know that He hasn't taken my heart's desire to be in this little space, which is a truth I will not let pass me by, with His Grace.
So, with that, I'm going to open up my blogger page every time I sense a stirring. I'm going to go to the blankness and emptiness and nothingness of the white space with the tiny blinking cursor and ask my heart to put the words, she so much desires to puzzle through, out in the world.
Emptiness.
Nothing.
Stillness.
Stirring.
In all of these things, there He is. Through all of these things, I want to make Him known.
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