I am in the desert again. Only this time it is not of my choosing, nor is it Lent. But that is how life is. Sometimes we don’t get to choose.
My fingertips had been silent these last days. No relief to be had from the tapping on the keyboard. And so I remained till now.
You cannot force these things. You cannot speak against your will. And so I remain silent, ever hopeful to find my way out of the desert. Now I see a glimmer of the passage out. And I am ever so grateful…to find my voice again and to feel the ground beneath my feet.
I am happy to leave the desert. I have suffered and endured, but it has also been time well spent learning the lessons of the desert.