Reflections from a journal entry written June 20, 2023 on the significance of embracing the process.

What to do when you’re feeling insignificant and unproductive.

Working through the pain of yesteryear that still brings you to your knees. #enlisted

Auditing a session of prose, I discover the condition of my latest work to be sought after: written from the scar, not from the wound. In this, I come to accept the way things are, as I reflect upon being invited back to tell my story.

Keeping your mind at ease while life is busy can be as simple as listening to a podcast or watching a show. Staying productive while your life is in lull or pain isn’t quite as straightforward.

Learning to be present with the Holy Spirit through the waiting and the pain.

When hope has failed and purposes are disappointed, God’s word remains to be fulfilled. | Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

When I heard from their own mouths about “the man of God” rising from these ashes, compassed about with a cloud of witnesses, it was then I realized and could finally believe what my life has come to: accepted and loved.

Falling apart and laying all down at the foot of the cross, with open hands. This has been the biggest thing for me to date; things I refuse to forget. | “You are chosen. God has given us only 24 hours in the day. Take this one day at a time, no more. Weeping and letting it all out is healing, and it takes great courage and strength to do that; it is not weakness. The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; that is where you are at right now, and the LORD is near to you now. Sometimes you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel—because you’ve never been down this road before—and then suddenly, you’re out. I’ve watched as you’ve grown from where you started to today; as a flower in bloom. You are very articulate and eloquent; you should become a writer.” | I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass; And forgettest the LORD thy maker, that hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and hast feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor, as if he were ready to destroy? and where is the fury of the oppressor? The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail. But I am the LORD thy God, that divided the sea, whose waves roared: The LORD of hosts is his name. And I have put my words in thy mouth, and I have covered thee in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my people. (Isaiah 51:12-16)