I’m not sure about you, but this week seems to just be flying right along. How is it Wednesday already? Regular readers may have noticed that my posts have been lacking lately. I blame this on several different factors including schedules and naps, but lately, the biggest culprit is that I’m just simply at a loss for words. I’m suffering from a severe case of writer’s block.
I love this space and I love being able to carve out time to share what I’m learning, but when I’m not really learning much, it makes it a tad more difficult.
I think this means I need to step back and receive a little spiritual CPR, but even that takes time that, so far, I’m not proud to admit, I haven’t been willing to set aside.
So I guess this is a little confession of sorts. I’m in a drought.
This morning I was praying through this season and led to the words of Psalm 61. I wanted to share them with you in case anyone else is suffering from a spiritual dry spell as well. I think it’s a FABULOUS prayer.
One thing I love about God is no matter how dry or distant you may be feeling, God ALWAYS hears our prayers:
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
Anyone else ever been here before? I know I can’t be the only one. What tips do you have for finding springs of life in the midst of a drought?