It has been more than a hundred days since my last post.

The days in between were silent.

Angry.

Longing.

Growing.

Hurting.

Alive.

Revived.

Resolved.

Undying.

Silence really cuts both ways.
Feeble causes lose its voice and slide gently into its rightful place which is, well— silence.

All else struggle to live on. Losing the noise but not the vigor. They remain alive. Roaring on in deafening— silence.

We’ve been silent. But not in retreat.

We fight on. Quietly. But unwavering.

Please pray on with us.

Silently, we rumble forward.
And prayer is might unleashed in silence.

Soon it will bear fruit. No doubt.