![]() ![]() ![]() I can’t seem to hear His voice as clearly anymore. A year of silence, on my part, and on God’s. Quite literally, in fact…because it’s a year you will soon read about in my new book Beautiful Uncertainty.īut at the end of it came 2015. There’s a quote that says “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” 2014 was a year of answers. A year of clarity and faith and answers and boldness and risk and dreams coming true and old chapters closing and new ones beginning. A year of great professional and personal success. But focus the lens just a little…look a little closer…get into the details and you start to see the cracks and tatters and scars of a person who feels more than a little broken.Ģ014 was a banner year. You look at the big picture of my life and everything seems to come up roses. And while I’ve had some pretty traumatic things happen this year, I also know that I am blessed beyond measure to be ALIVE, to be healthy, to have my family around me, to be able to live life, albeit a modest one, as a full-time writer. Sometimes life is just hard, for no particular reason at all. And it doesn’t so much have anything to do with the whole single thing as it does the whole LIFE thing. ![]() I’m more guarded now…less open, less trusting. 2015 was the year I became less vulnerable, and I hate it. I didn’t want to seem negative or whiny or discouraging. I’ve hesitated to write about it in-depth up til this point because I don’t think I was ready to see it all in words, on a piece of paper. ![]()
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