I miss writing

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway

This is such a valid quote. Only what happens if you’re so fatigued you can’t “bleed” even if you want to?

That’s my current state.

Typically that quote is true for me and there is nothing to writing, I can just bleed upon some pages or a keyboard. Yet these days I’m so exhausted by life that I can’t even pull myself to write down much of anything, much less what I feel burning inside to share.

I miss the solace brought to my soul by worship through written expression. I feel the Lord pulling me back to this and wanting me to worship Him here again. He’s taking me through some recovery though and rest. Oh how I need the rest…

I’ve isolated myself this afternoon and limited my face-to-face interaction with people, which is something I haven’t done in over two straight months. I’ve enjoyed the silence and not hearing myself or others speak. I’ve just listened to worship music and focused my energy on other things (like updating the theme of this blog). It’s been nice and refreshing. I think I’ll be taking another day of isolation and silence tomorrow to just be with the Lord.

Stay tuned… I’ll be writing more again soon.