getting quiet   ‘come here to me’

Do you go so very long without blogging?! I am wondering where my voice went. Did I leave it there in Chicago, or perhaps Oregon or Michigan?! Have I somehow forgotten to care for it and now it’s lingering, moldy and dust-covered in the back of my pajama drawer?!
oh how I want to be here!
Oh how I want to find my voice again!
Oh how I want to share and get my heart back on the page instead of crammed up inside of me, swelling more daily with the desire, but not the voice~
Perhaps it’s just as the world says; just do it!
Do I need to just put my nose to the grindstone and crank out some thought?!
No; when has that ever worked and not become a regret; an oops I wish I hadn’t?!
Holding my tongue; or fingertips as the case may be here.
I will talk again.
Pull out that crumpled voice from underneath the pink polka-dot jammies
       or discover it returned to sender from the Oregon, or Michigan travels….
But not yet.
And that’s okay.
God’s working something in me. And God will work it out of me 🙂
in love. trish xxoo