Sometimes God leads you to a solitary stillness so you can reconnect with dreams you assumed extinct.
In that season, you breathe life into those dreams with the stroke of your pen.
Perhaps you never consider just who will read those words.
Perhaps the very soul that your younger, braver heart once dared to believe was out there is pulled into your prose.
5033 miles away, on a rock in the Pacific where a slice of your heart has been since the day you set foot on it over a decade ago.
Sometimes God connects your soul to that of someone thousands of miles away, but hardly as a cruel trick.
But because He alone knew that the words that would weave your destiny to his could only be written in that solitary season.
Sometimes in the lonely stillness lies the miraculous start.