It has been quiet in my writing spaces, these days. I have felt unmotivated and uninspired, and rather than just sitting with myself there, letting it be, I tend to judge it. It is not a good place.
Two weekends ago I was away with a friend. I read a lot of books and did a lot of art journaling. I wrote a little bit. I walked in the woods and by the water.
One weekend ago I was sick. I missed the entire weekend due to body aches and fever. It was all I could do to toss and turn in bed. Steve woke me at regular intervals to help me hydrate and visit the bathroom. It was miserable. There were nightmares.
Recovery is slow and takes time. I am still not at full capacity, though I am getting there. I just feel flat lined. Sometimes we can only keep taking steps. That is where I am. Stepping. One foot in front of the other.
It is a familiar space.
It is hard to be in this space.
But I am there and will continue to move through it.
Jesus met me this week in these words.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us. Psalm 90:15, ESV
I am holding onto them, trusting, hoping, looking forward to all of the days of gladness.
Because there will be many.