breaking silence?

I thought for a moment (a long drawn-out moment that lasted for too many months) that I had run out of things to say.  There is nothing new under the sun and certainly it's all been said before.  But the part I failed to remember was that it hadn't been said with this gift of a voice for this gift of a moment.  And perhaps this gift of moment and this gift of voice were prepared for such utterances as these. 

It is not for me to lay everything of me, of my soul, of my struggles and successes, at the feet of anyone who happens upon these few words, but rather to lay them all at the feet of Jesus.  The redeeming, restoring Word. The One word capable of taking my silences and making them whole, full-bodied, rich, by filling them up instead with Himself.  The Word that became flesh that I in my flesh might come alive.