I'm in a writing desert.
There's so much swirling around me at this point, but some of it would, unfortunately, be incomprehensible on this blog. Therefore, I simply edit it the way any good English teacher would edit a paper. And here, editing my life is easier than it should be. I wish I had a 'save' option or a 'delete' option or even a 'preview' option to weigh the heart of a matter before I actually had to face it.
But guess what I don't have?
So I wait. Because that's what God seemingly keeps asking of me.
Wait until I say go.
Wait until I give direction.
Wait until I open a door.
Wait until I give you words.
Wait on Me.
And I'll be honest. I'm a little tired of waiting. I have no idea what I'm doing or what I'm supposed to be doing and I'm starting to feel like everything I touch crumbles (like the opposite of King Midas...although turning everything to gold wasn't really the blessing he anticipated).
Didn't I used to be better at this?
But maybe the point is it's not about me. Surprisingly, I don't really struggle with that concept. Frankly, complete invisibility is something I've found myself envious of lately.
Anyone have one of those Harry Potter cloaks? I sure could use it.