18 months. That is how long it has been.
I can set the time-machine back to a small handful of situations that cast me into the darkness of self-doubt. I remember the moment I re-read a very early piece of writing, a piece where I mishandled scripture, instead of taking it to the Lord and asking what He'd have me do-I picked it up and tucked it deep inside so that I could pull it out later and use it against myself. Then there was the time when life was getting a little too raw and I felt like I could not share the real me, the hard and vulnerable situation because of external influences and I, again, picked that up and tucked it in thinking I was protecting myself, my family and others. In moments of silence, self-doubt and despair one can be really hard on themselves. That's where I was plus a bunch of life heaped on top of that... but something in me has given way, I cannot explain it.
So much changes in 18 months.
I have been pruned and plucked. I have been stripped and re-clothed. I have watched people go and have let them go. I have been blessed with restoration and the old made new. I have gotten mad at God and I have surrendered. I have laid offerings at His feet, only to pick them up again. Like the good Father that He is, I have felt the whisper of His still soft voice as He as asked me to lay it down again. There is a lot of I in this scenario and I have discovered that is okay because at some point I turned into we and the Lord met with me each and every time.
This may have been a season of silence, of trial, and of growth for which I am grateful. The season is not over... it may have only just begun.