Missing In Action

It’s been pretty quiet around here lately. (Not too quiet since I have had some amazing friends sharing.) But I’ve been struggling, struggling to find my voice.

Most days my words come easily. I know precisely what I want to say and how to say it.

But sometimes my mind and my heart make things more difficult.

Sometimes my mind is a blank slate. I lay in bed at night and search high and low for a couple words that I can piece together for some semblance of a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph.

Sometimes my mind just races. So many thoughts jog through my mind. I tear off after each and every one, hoping, praying to catch just one that is worthy of sharing here.

Sometimes my heart is a tightly sealed vault; protecting my innermost feelings like priceless treasures from rogue strangers.

Sometimes my heart is a healing wound; bandaged and on the mend but still at risk of infection.

But I will not give up.

I will search. I will chase. I will pry. And I will heal until my words flow again.

What do you do when you’ve lost your voice?

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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club.

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  • I'm there as I write this spiritual warfare book for women. It's not my strength to research and write a more teaching-centered book. I only grit my way through by discipline, by making myself write a chapter a day. What surprises me is that when my critique partners read what I wrote, they say it's good.

    I wrote an article about this once, about whether writing is perspiration or inspiration. What fascinated me was that of the authors I interviewed, it turned out that their best work wasn't when they felt inspired and wrote like the wind. It was when they slogged through.

    So write anyway. Try not to judge what you're writing.

  • Been there recently myself…So, rather than fighting against it like I usually do, I decided to embrace it and see what God had for me in the silence. I am so grateful I did. Sometimes, I have discovered, I am too busy talking and not listening enough. This has been a VERY good time of silence for me. God is reshaping me at a core level and I am experiencing a sense of renewal and fresh joy that I would have missed had I not allowed myself to embrace the silence and loss for words. Praying you too find rest and renewal in these moments and a new sense of awe in Him.
    My recent post The Potter’s Hands

  • yet you somehow found the perfect words to describe where my own heart is at…

    love you lindz.

  • I have to get away. Even if just for a few hours. I'll go for a walk and disconnect.
    My recent post Grouchy

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  • This may or may not be what you're asking for, Lindsey, but I've found that when I've "lost my voice" it's often because I'm not listening to myself… The voice is always there, I just get too busy or too overwhelmed or too distracted to listen. So, I take some time to listen. To pare down the distractions, get "away" even if it means just pulling the plug on the internet in my own home. Whatever it takes to listen to my voice again. And then I begin to hear. I don't know if it'll work for you but it works for me.
    My recent post Belonging- So- the “cheers” bar in Boston is really big A lot bigger than the one on TV

    • just what i was asking for. thank you. excited to meet you FINALLY at recreate. 🙂

  • I know how you feel, sister! Being a writer and striving to find words that will resonate is a tough task. Just remember that people can find connection in (what you consider to be) the most menial ramblings. And we are listening.

  • Taking a break always works for me.
    My recent post Do you have a to dont list

  • have you read the book : " eat, pray , love" ?? I dont know why, but since i began to read it, i remember your post….I dont know you ( just been reading you for a while), but I will recommending you this book.

    • i have read it. i really liked the book (especially the eat and love parts). thanks for the recommendation.

  • lesykes

    i get away alone. turn off my blackberry. go somewhere where there is no wifi. even if it is just for a few hours. i turn off all the noise and listen to the silence. and just sit with the Lord. . .

    this certainly doesn't guarantee i will get my voice back, but it does guarantee i will walk away with a better understanding of my heart, a realigned focus, and a generous dose of peace. . .

    • there are places where there is no wifi? 😉

      • LS

        well. . .we have some friends who have a condo on the coast that has no wifi. . .its my go to place. . .

        . . .but i am thinking the lack of wifi is more due to the fact that most of the people who live in that condo complex are a bit more “seasoned” than us spring chickens 🙂

  • This may sound "cheesy", but I mean it with the utmost sincerity…I sing. When I don't have the words, when my mind is all over the place, when my heart is a mess…I sing. Don Moen's lyrics to "I Will Sing" captures this sentiment quite well.
    My recent post Dear MeMaw

  • Sharon O

    I pray, I wait, I journal and I sleep on it. The voice to share comes back with a deeper intensity. Then I am able to share the voice of encouragement and the voice that has journeyed through lifes deepest places.

  • Just catching up on last two days of blogs. I felt like I was reading my heart. Except waaaaay less emo 😉
    My recent post memorials and monuments…

  • kristerdunn

    Living gives us all the stories that need to be told.
    Silence. Rest. Change. Time. These all bring life.
    And stories.
    And words.

  • renamariek

    Sometimes I feel the same exact way. There are so many thoughts, so many emotions yet something gripping me where I can't speak. I drive alot. When it comes to traveling I usually drive and it is usually more than ten hours. This is my time of silence where thoughts tend to overflow within my mind. One after another, yet I do not know how to speak what I think. I don't know how to reveal what is being pressed upon my heart. Just like you…I will search. I will chase. I will pray until my heart can fully speak it's desires.

  • Rest. When I gave up the pressure of thinking I "have" to write something I end up being very refreshed and ready to go (at least when it comes to blogging.)
    My recent post Grease might be the word

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