Friday, July 06, 2007

Nothing Prayer Can't Handle

It's me, it's me, it's me Oh Lord, standin' in the need of prayer . . .

That's how the old Negro spiritual goes and that's what I've been singing the past several days. That wall I talked about earlier has crumbled into rubble, and the reason why is . . .

I prayed!

I've always prayed for my writing but now I'm praying every time I sit down to write. I tell God this is His story and I can't do it on my own. I tell Him that I need Him every time my fingers hit the keys.

I've got my groove back, and it's not because I did anything. God did it all.

I've rewritten those parts that gave me such fits and have received positive feedback.

Now it's on to the finish line :-)

1 comment:

Julee Ann said...

I have been Sunday Surfing and stumbled across your blog. Your short post "Nothing Prayer Can't Handle" inspired more than anything else I read today. Thanks for the inspiration.