When the words won’t come out…

I sit.

I stand.

I mourn.

I praise.

I find myself wandering in circles.

I wait. And I wait. And I wait.

There are so many things I want to say in my head, but I can't seem to get those things out. I rehearse the lines in my head, but I just can't seem to type them out. For a writer, this torture. It's an exercise in patience. It's teaching me to wait on God. Wait on His timing, not mine. Wait on His words, not mine. His timing is always better than mine. His words are always better than mine.

So, when the words won't come out, when the words can't come out, I wait on the Lord. It's uncomfortable, but it is really is better that way.