Here’s why I haven’t lately:
What I used to write about were things that I thought were important. After being found by the One that all those other desires were only faint shadows of, my ability to write seems woefully inadequate to describe so Great a God. The stuff I come up with seems like drivel.
When I put pen to paper, the words seem trite. The melodies seem unable to reach the heights of what I hear in my heart. The realization that I am a sinner saved by the grace of a totally Holy and Just God….it’s just too much to put into words. When I do, they fall flat to me.
So, I don’t write. Maybe that’s foolish, but I’ve tried, and I just can’t seem to do it anymore.
The Wading Pool 