On this writing journey some of us have been walking aimlessly through the desert wondering how far we'll have to go before we see what we might want or need or hope to receive.
Some days are fruitful with words and other days are empty of words.
There are times when the mind is full of scenes and the fingers fly across the keys while other times the hands are way too busy doing useless things elsewhere to sit down and write a sentence because, you know, there are still more useless things to do!
Ignoring the story doesn't work. It's like the characters stand there with their arms crossed leaning against invisible walls asking, "Are you done yet?"
But of course, we pretend like they're not really there demanding to be noticed and desiring their stories to be told since we've given them a life and started them on their journeys.
Yeah, I've had a lot of those days lately.
Which is precisely why I'm here on Wednesday taking part in "wanderings" . . .
Father, only you. Help me to do what I need to do. I'm desperate for you always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 
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