I alternate through moments:
Frozen, then fluid, the heat of passion melting my defenses.
The sound of the inner critic screaming, harmonizing with the enemy of my soul is all at once firmly silenced by the voice of the One Who knows me best, Who created me for His own.
This is where I am now, the freeze before the thaw.
I pray to find my voice, ice covered chords to call out to the One Who Is my hope, notes crystalized, pure in their confession of need.
In Him, I am all things, without Him, nothing.
He has a reason for it all.
And now, Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectation are in You. Psalm 39:7 Amplified