Sometimes I don't feel like I have anything to say.
I ponder, sit, wonder, and think, but my mind just keeps coming up blank.
Coming to terms with the reality that this is normal and ok is hard, but until that reality sinks in, I will just keep living in a dream that tells me I have to come up with something to write or I'm a failure, or I'm not good enough, or I'm dumb...and in a strange way, I guess that's where the familiar comfort lies.
So, I take a deep breath and assess my present reality.
I breathe out slowly and release the tension that has been building and admit the lies I am presently telling myself.
I close my eyes, choosing to replace the lies with the truth that this is just a season.
I pray for grace because these seem to be the times I am hardest on myself.