oh soul, are you weary and troubled...

It's quiet here again tonight. This quietness is not quite as comfortable as the recent one referred to in the previous post. Not because I don't like the quiet. Not even because I don't particularly enjoy being alone. I'm not as comfortable because I'm coming to realize that God is working on me, pushing me to act, and I'm fighting. I'm not fighting because I don't want to act, but because I'm not sure how to act at this point. I'm trying to trust Him to show me. But I'm scared of moving forward because it means digging up the past. I'm trying to take a step forward, but I don't like the unknown, the unfamiliar, or the uncomfortable. I guess nobody really does.