I stopped writing.

Well, I’ve halted the process of sharing via this platform. It has taken me a little over 3 weeks just to compose this piece. My Grandmother’s illness and subsequent passing depleted me. Her profound absence caused me to dutifully sweep my words – my emotions in a pile, silently vacuum them up, and rendered me incapable of offering much. Incoherent, at best, were my thoughts. I had nothing, which as I understand it, would have been just fine to share here. I suppose I could have peppered my entries with incomplete sentences, random thoughts, and ellipses…

My heart aches…

Pray for me…

Why Grandmother…

This sucks…

Why GOD…

Writing has always been cathartic for me. It’s a therapeutic portal through which I’m able to funnel the purity of my heart and express my truth. My Grandmother’s transition to Heaven severely fractured my heart and my truth morphed into a murmur. Inaudible and indistinct and barely above a whisper has been my truth. However, what I know now is that even the faintest of whispers speak. In silence, in solitude, in the still, I’ve found my words.

So, here I am once again.






And I will try diligently not to stop writing, not to disappear…to show up here and share with you the purity of my heart and my unadulterated truth…even if a whisper is all I have.

Then they cry out to the LORD in their trouble, and HE brings them out of their distresses. HE calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so HE guides them to their desired haven. Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for HIS goodness, and for HIS wonderful works to the children of men! ~Psalm 107:28-31

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