A Moan...then Silence

I apologize for the silence.  It has been a tough few weeks.  I have found it hard to write the whisper, because all I had to give was a moan.  My moans were about loneliness.  My moan was about feeling alone while in crowded rooms.  Also I need to write about my own journey of survival of sexual abuse.  The Penn State incident has raised old issues for many.  While my own issues have been well worked out in prayer, worship and therapy.  The experience does play strongly into the whisper of my life.

So I owe you an entry or two.  Additionally, I feel the need to respond to the pull in me to write here more.  So I may take to two times a week in January.  I am still journalling to separate this from that.  Yet, at moments I see the need for overlap between the two.  I'm still learning how to do that.  Please be prayerful with me as I discern what to share in this sacred space.

Sacred because hopefully in my own transparency, you can hear G-d speaking to you.  Unless I am absolutely compelled to do so, I resist the preacher in me and never take a text.  But hopefully you hear the Word in between the cypher of my prose. But I believe (or at least think) if the experience of G-d's people and G-d interaction with them was deemed holy and become G-d's word in the past; then stories of today's Christians have sacred connotations, because of the power of story.  Our stories matter; and because God is involved in our stories they are Sacred.

Fact: I am a wordy girl.  So despite my attempt to shorten my next blog to 500-750 words, I am at what seems to be my sweet spot, about 800.  I guess that is who I am. So I own it.  My hope is that these entries take no longer than 7-10 minutes to read.  We rush rush rush all the time.  I sure do.  But what is a few minutes a week to hear the whisper of our souls?  So I will continue D & T to try and shorten these entries, but "I am what I am..." (in my best popeye's voice) wordy.  Lol.

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