The Silence Is Killing Me

This is a stretch of life that feels like insanity. That is the best way to describe it. It’s a bit of a test.

I’m a chatter sort of person. The more I can talk about something, the better I feel about it. Chatter is how I sort something out and begin to make sense of it.

Right now, that’s just not an option. I have several things lingering in the background that I want to just talk to death to every possible person I meet, so that I can begin to work them out in my mind and yet I’m bound to keep things to myself right now. Sometimes a thing is not meant to be shared.

I have at 3 of these lingering things, that seem huge to me and yet I know I am simply to let go of all of it and wait on God. Waiting is never easy for anyone in any situation. For me these are all sort of gut wrenchers. I know they shouldn’t be. I know that God will resolve all of them in His perfect way, but I can’t help wishing that I simply had a clue about each one of them.

In each case, I want to do the right thing, I really, really do and I know that the right thing isn’t necessarily what I want it to be.