Photo by Boba Jovanovic on Unsplash T his unfiltered silence of the unknown has taken on a bellowing cry of its own. The unanswered questions in my mind have become a kaleidoscope. And with each turn, the different shades of gray have no answers. My flesh, in its uncomfortable state of the untold, seeps tears of its own. A ll the while my heart and soul is trusting the Lord on a whole new level in this new normal we are living. I must admit, when this plague surfaced its ghastly head, I started this journey strong. The unknown had no hold on me. Porch sitting became my place of solace. No fear. No tears. My sword raised high, the battle began. I dove head first into the word of my Jesus. I soaked in sermon after sermon. I sang my songs of worship from the noiseless perch of my porch: off key. And I listened for the voice, the only voice, who could give me solid peace. Jesus. Day after day, the moment my eyes would open, I took the new fa