A series of events was about to unfold that would leave me virtually incapable of expressing the movements of my heart. As conflict erupted in my church, I found I couldn't turn in any direction without seeing someone I loved experiencing excruciating pain -- people on all sides of the conflict. My INFJ heart knows not how to avoid absorbing the hurts of those around me, and there were more hurts swirling around me than I could begin to process, in my own mind or on paper.
The journal I brought home with me from Q Nashville lay dormant. You'll only find two entries dated 2014. A glance at my blog reveals that I only posted two entries here during the entire year as well. Even as 2015 began, I wrote virtually nothing. No blog posts and only one journal entry until May. Words just wouldn't come.
Thankfully, I've sensed the darkness beginning to subside over the past couple of months. I'm finding words again.
I remember thinking last year that what I was experiencing needed to be shared at some point, but seeing as I could hardly even write in my private journal, I was certainly in no place to share publicly at that time. Now that the fog is lifting, however, I think the time is right. And so I share at last some excerpts from those few pained journal entries written during what I've come to refer to as A Year of Lament...
Read here Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.