hey all. sorry i’ve been in a posting hiatus over the last week. to be quite frank, i haven’t been in the mood to post. been consumed by a lot of “dwelling” on the past and present and have kind of been in a solemn place in my heart, mind and spirit. but God’s provision never ceases to amaze me. He’s allowed me to be in great conversation in the last couple days with friends who’ve been here before and that’s been good for it. He’s protected me from conversation that otherwise would have caused me more hurt. so i am very grateful.<\/p>\n
it’s my hope that posts of this nature will get fewer and farther between. but this is a place where people should feel welcome to be real. and to be real with my emotions is where real is for me right now.<\/p>\n
this entry isn’t meant to be depressing though. i want to share with you a poem that i keep being either reminded of on my own or even from friends who’ve read it or heard it recently and have thought of me. i want to share it with you because i think it sums up quite perfectly where i’m at. i haven’t been too eloquent myself these days so any help in that department is great.<\/p>\n
it’s called “silence” by the spoken word poet, Bradley Hathaway. listen here<\/a>. the words are below. Silence, Bradley Hathaway<\/strong><\/p>\n What\u2019s happening here? Speak to me wise mouth and say \u201cit\u2019s all good kid, it\u2019s nothing that you did, and though it feels like I\u2019m not here with you right now just be still and listen for that sound.. You young worrisome sparrow, find rest It\u2019s a constant process this is \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" hey all. sorry i’ve been in a posting hiatus over the last week. to be quite frank, i haven’t been in the mood to post. been consumed by a lot of “dwelling” on the past and present and have kind of been in a solemn place in my heart, mind and spirit. but God’s provision… Continue reading not meant to be depressing…<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[165],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-554","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-box-of-chocolates","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/554","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=554"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/554\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=554"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=554"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sherecovery.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=554"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nI was once so alive and now I\u2019m so full of dread and almost dead
\nShow me your wounded head that is lead to communion with the father
\nBut where did he go?
\nHis presence seems farther and farther away each day
\nbut I\u2019m trying so hard to steer his way
\nYet still lonely and confused on this cold hard ground I lay<\/p>\n
\nDid you hear it?
\nListen again.
\nDid you hear it?
\nThat silent voice that just spoke nothing, that is me, I\u2019m listening to your plea with open ears
\nCounting all your tears flowing from your irritated eyes
\nSearching the skies looking for that hope that beyond there lies.<\/p>\n
\nLay your battered head upon my omnipresent breast and make it your nest
\nNo strong cold wind could ever blow and carry you from this your home
\nLook around, see the life springing up from the ground
\nSpring colors springing fourth and celebration of your trusting<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nGrowing you into the person you are to become
\nBut when you sense the setting of the sun know it is only rising and has just begun
\nNow go fourth, sing songs of faith, and lift up others in the midst of this race
\nAnd if you can\u2019t keep the pace or lose sight of my face
\nKnow that I\u2019m always near so you need not fear
\nBut don\u2019t worry about all that right now
\nJust sit here and enjoy the peace I offer in my silence
\nWhen I am silent I am listening, and not abandoning.<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nit speaks volumes to me, but did anything stand out for you?<\/strong> <\/a>
\n<\/p>\n