Mercy, me

Since November, I’ve found myself unable to write. As I continued on the mourner’s path with my mother and the (for me) distress of my perception of the direction of our country, I moved to a silent place.

Through three wonderful trips to visit grandboys;

Christmas with my friends at St. Paul’s, Navasota and then at the farm with my family;

A trip to Taos for Epiphany;

To Miami to go to an inaugural Unrivaled game;

To Des Moines for the Red State Revival;

Through beautiful worship with my church family at Holy Family every week I was in town;

To a week in the Faroe Islands;

I’ve been traveling towards my center with God.

I’ve been unable to find words to write.

Yet, my eyes and heart were open to signs of God’s mercy, and my soul was filling to the brim.

And words are returning.

AMEN