Into the Fire

I'm lousy at waiting. Terrible. Miserable. Frustrated. Sad. Mad. Not likin' it. Which is precisely why I'm forced to experience it at all levels by the One who desires to make me a better person. What a challenge for a mighty God.

So. I'm waiting for the creative fervor to return, but common sense tells me to get active at that level to usher it back to where it needs to be. Having said that, I'm also waiting for the desire to return to get active at that level, and it's been slow going. You could say I've got reasons, but reasons rarely give bearing to excuses, and all I've got right now are excuses.

I know succinctly that apart from the Lord, I can do nothing. Nothing is a huge word. So while I wait, I seek His direction, His inspiration, His blessing, His healing.

And I wait.

Father, help me. Lead me. Let me hear your voice and instruction. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.