… for forty days and forty nights.
No, wait a minute, that was Moses. I get us confused often. I too have spent a good share of my life wandering around and this family also has a story involving a burning bush. Ours is based in a 4th of July incident. Possibly God spoke but no one heard for trying to beat the fire out and calling the fire department.
Moses’ mission was much more significant than mine. Cause my mission is… uh, sheesh, I forgot what my purpose of all this is. That can’t be good.
So anyway, I’ve been wandering in this writing desert for far too long. Ideas have walked through my head bringing with them clever and snarky lines. Notes would be jotted on those ever present (and pesky) scraps of paper (then scrambled, buried on the desk, lost and a couple I know got tossed into the recycling box) but never expanded on and shared.
I’m pretty sure this dry spell has something to do with winter and rain and lack of motivation and laziness. (emphasis on the last two reasons)
In all fairness… to me, God showed favor to Moses by giving him TEN of the greatest sentences ever written.
Me? For now I’ll just continue to plug along until God sends word manna my way.