I offer no excuses. None. I haven't been here in a long while, and I apologize. I could offer all the familiar reasons for my absence, but I won't. I simply haven't been here. I'm sorry. Please, will you forgive me?
And now, simply, here I am. Quietly. Gently. With a tender heart. I've asked the Lord whether or not He's granting me permission to pick up my pen once again. I humbly believe He's answered yes. But I also believe He's hovering protectively as I move quietly into the realm of opening my heart again.
Just a stirring, my daughter.
Yes, just a stirring. And while I wait...