This morning, I talked to God--just like I do every morning.
For the third morning in a row, I asked Him for inspiration for my devotional writing, as I've been in a bit of a dry spell. It's not that I can't write, or don't have anything to write about--I just don't feel particularly inspired.
This is nothing new. These times come and go periodically, but I'm learning to embrace it more than I used to. Before, I questioned God. Before, I doubted my gift and my calling. Before, I got discouraged. Now, I wait patiently. Now, I remember Whose gift and calling it is to give and take away. Now, I cherish the extra time for Him to teach me.
I will wait on Him. Because His way is best. To "pick up my pen" and minister to others without His permission is reckless and irresponsible. I love Him so much. He has been so good to me. And He's never run out of patience for this stubborn daughter. Yes, I will wait on Him.
I will wait for You, O LORD;
You will answer, O Lord my God.