Words or there lack of

It could well just be the fact that I haven't written in some time, or perhaps my mind recovering from the roller coaster ride I've taken it on for the past few months. Whatever it is, it's left me stuttering to find the right words. I've found myself on countless occasions of late, stumbling and um-ing and ah-ing before someone chimes in with the words I was trying to put together in my brain. It's transpired onto paper as well and I've found myself somewhat wordless. So, I'm sorry to say, no prose today. But they say "a picture is worth a thousand words" so here's hoping that this will suffice:

10 points to anyone who can guess what it is...

Hiding

As the years carry on, I'm starting to see just how true Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 is. That with each season of life, it brings with it different emotions. That a person changes with these seasons. Things are revealed about them that were not known previously. It makes me think that, if we are not careful in our seasons, life's opportunities will pass us by. It makes me think of Georgia Fair's song Real Man Hiding "...my hair grows thin you know, but I've grown no more wise..."

The words seem to be sprayed

With little care.

‘Cause if there were,

Then no words would they share.

Avert my eyes

For fear and doubt.

Avert my heart

To keep the world out.

Bury my head,

Shut my mind.

Close the doors,

Lock the blind.

In a small huddle

We will pull through.

Time it will pass, yet

There’s nothing we can do.

emptiness

Pronunciation:/ˈɛm(p)tɪnɪs/

noun

[mass noun]

• 1 the state of containing nothing:the vast emptiness of space

It looks something like this:

Those times when the party is over- everything is packed up and all the people are gone; those times when I'm home alone; those times when I've no place to go. Yes, it is those times that I feel empty inside; those times where I try so hard to turn to God for fulfillment. Not always do I feel His presence, His providence, His love. Yet I wait in trust.

I feel He is shaping me in my patience. That the longer I wait, the easier it gets. I wonder if there is a tipping point... I hope not.

The art of waiting upon God is not something that comes over night- especially if you are not on speaking terms with Him. Evelyn has many nights to endure yet.

The waves continue to roll.

Day and night they go in and out.

Give a little, get a little.

It all works out in the end.

I shall follow the lead of the creations before me.

Keep on keeping on 'til I can no longer keep on.

And when I can no longer, but lay my head to rest,

For my keeping on, may I be well blessed.