it’s rare that i ever sit at my writing place full AND speechless…

how can the words I want to say escape my fingers?

there is a moment that you stop laughing

there comes a time when you stop walking

and you stand completely still to breathe in the moment.

a stillness.

this stillness is the space between feelings, thoughts, words, and action.

a synapse of serenity…

I am there.

Full and empty

fixed and free.

it’s actually incomprehensible

but I embrace this place fully.

this place is the space between

sadness

and

joy.

how easy is it to interchange between two opposites?

and so I stand still.

listening to the quiet

processing opposing ideas

yet unexplainably at peace.

it’s almost as if

this quietness is a precursor for some incredible victory ahead

i’m not sure…

in my past, fear would fill me with anxiety, stress, despair, an aching…

presently, faith is telling me to breathe in and breathe out

and without the expectation that the next moment is even promised to me.

i submit.

this place feels like

a dark path that lights up

one

step

at

a

time.

unsure, but trusting

and believing that The One who carved out this path

cared enough to teach you the lesson about this place.

so I stand.

still.

at peace.

filled with faith.

hopeful…

quiet,

listening to each breath,

processing…

and understanding the absence of sound

while looking ahead.

this place

though unfamiliar

feels like home.