And I know You are everything to me...

So many things I could write about, and yet nothing.

This heart is bursting at the seams with all manners of stories.

It hears those written by others--I do so enjoy reading for pleasure and not having to analyze every detail, but instead allowing the pieces to slip together. These very pieces slip into my dreams.

It hears the story I write, anxious for me to put the pen to the page. There are voices of character so loud, Why do you fight a war that isn't your own! And then there are those that whisper, and pray that I will hear, I just want someone to share this burden with me... So I try to figure out how the pieces go together, unable to simply be passive and let it happen. I must actively pursue the thoughts so they can take form. And yet I cannot shape them into something they are not. These shadows of forms-to-be also permeate my sleep.

It hears also my story, the one I live day to day. The one that makes less sense than anything else in the world. There are many questions that I may never know the answers to. But those silences allow me to let my faith grow. Indeed, I must as actively pursue that growth as any other thing. There are things that take my attention, but nothing should utterly distract me to kill this thing that is trying to grow wings.

And I hear my own voice echo my characters, Have I lost my own voice? I don't even know my own voice anymore. It is a strange thing, to imagine a character that hears voices in her head, because then you must also, and you already have her voice in your mind, and all of her real friends too. But I have not lost myself because I have not lost the most important voice of all.

So many voices. And still, I hear one that cries out in my noise. It cries in a whisper. A still, small Voice. All these stories, and I can still keep my eyes fixed on the One story that means the world--it means everything.

"So many voices in my head. I need You, oh I need You. I'm not going to walk away. You've got to take my hand today. Would You open my eyes. Would You take me by the hand. When I'm running through the storm, I will trust in You." [Inhabited]