Keeping Place

I can't write. But I have to write. It's burning in me to come out. So I stare at this blank screen, the cursor blinking at me with its expectations.

But I don't have anything good to say.

But what is my definition of good?
How can I define what is worth reading?

 

I have cried 4 out of the last 5 days. And not all for the same reasons.

In talking to a dear dear friend of mine, I was reminded that "everyone has seasons where the goal becomes keeping place and not losing ground. It's not a bad thing."

So that's what I'm doing. I'm going to continue reminding myself of what is truth. I'm going to stand firm and not just weather this storm but praise my Creator in this storm.