I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop, during my lunch break, asking the Holy Spirit what I should write about. And, honestly, I have no idea.
I’ve been going and going and going and haven’t had the time to think much about writing or anything else. My life has devolved into an unhealthy cycle of many hours of work, few hours of sleep, and time for next to nothing else. When I entered this season that was exactly what I didn’t want to happen, and yet, I find myself back in this workaholic place again. I’ve neglected myself and isolated myself from other relationships because “I’m fine” and “I’m handling things”.
So, as I sit here, I’m wondering what the Lord wants to speak. What only a few weeks ago felt so normal and natural, sitting down to write a blog post about the Lord, faith, or my life, now feels weird and forced. I don’t know what to write about. I’m not entirely sure what the Lord is wanting to convey to me first and then to you reading this. I’m at a loss.
Then I look around.