I’m guessing you’ve noticed that it’s been pretty quiet around here lately.
I meant to say something about it back when I first knew I’d be taking a break. First, I thought I would write some pithy statement about how I was taking a blog vacation, but not to fear, I’d be back soon (!).
Then, I thought I would write something about how I needed some time to attend to some life things and big decisions, but not to worry, I’d be back soon (!!).
Then, I thought I would write something both more cryptic and more revealing, about how I wasn’t doing well, and I needed to take a step back for the forseeable future. But not to worry, I’d be back someday (!!!).
But the words wouldn’t come. They still won’t come. (These words don’t count)
It is my intention to write again, and it is my intention to share my writing with others. But I haven’t been able to do that for the last few months, and I need to give myself permission to weather this season as long as it lasts.
There is a time for everything. And right now, it is time to be silent.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.