"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace. " Ecclesiastes 3

These past months have been my time of silence. There is a time for speaking, but a time to close one's mouth as well... and this has been my season. There has been life to nurture in my womb, and the void of someone irreplaceable lost. There has been good but very real work to do, and war against my flesh to wage. There has been seed to sow in six little hearts, and tears to cry to cry at the feet of my Lord. And so I have placed my hand over my mouth.

However, the tiny little boy has arrived with the autumn, and something in me feels that the time to give form to thoughts has come again.