I search for the answer to the blank pages before me. Fingers long to move. Words fail. I hear others tell me writers face resistance. Advice in abundance. Words fail still. Until today.
It’s the same problem I have when I criticize others for things I think they should know, or do, or be. I have this problem when I get frustrated that things aren’t going my way. I have this problem when I think I have all the answers. It rears its ugly head.
The fear, the frustration, the resistance, it all comes down to pride. My voice drowns out His.
My voice must be silenced to find His.