Something has made it hard to find words lately. This happens sometimes. Already I'm noticing the vague wording here: "something" "sometimes" "it" "this".
This groping in the dark room of explanation doesn't scare me as much as it used to. Instead of the terrified hands waving the space in front of me, grabbing anything, nothing, terrified to drown in "somewhere" "it" "something" "this," I sit still, let Him carry me across this emptiness.
Yes, I understand this is an emergency, as in something will emerge, the emergent space like the ripple in the water, a feather floating down, the sand cracking open to reveal the words you've been listening for this whole time. Still yourself a moment because some new something is about to become real. You don't have words for it because you've never encountered anything like "this" "it" "something" you are sharing this space with. Soon you'll introduce yourselves and then the hands will meet and some new word, some blooming syntax, this remarkable story will be whispered, the kind that lights the blank room, the firefly in your palm.
There is no stopping God from completing the work He has begun, and I know without a doubt that He is working in this "sometimes" as sure as He makes, He carries, He sustains, and He rescues.