Sometimes . . . there are just those "silent times" . . . when my mind and pen are quiet. When my heart and soul seem content and I can't think of a thing to say or write about.
That used to bother me as in all the silence I would feel God had somehow left me and I would become lost in my distractions. I think I now see it as "emerging time" . . . time when He gives us room to rest, grow, and take it all in. Time to collect our thoughts and inspirations . . . a "season" perhaps? And then I remember:
A Time for Everything
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ESV)
And there is a time to ride motorcycles . . . to fly free across open roads and grind it out through mountain passes . . . to feel the heat run over your boots. That's just not today as it's a balmy 9 degrees and there's easily a foot of hard-packed snow on the ground . . . No, today is not that day . . . but it's interestingly quiet in here . . . inside my helmet . . . as I think about the seasons of our lives and faith . . .
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