I don’t feel like writing right now because it’s late, but I know it’s worth doing. Even if I have nothing to say, there’s always something to say.
Perhaps it’s when I have nothing to say that God speaks most.
And when God speaks, he always says something far greater than what I could say. He always keeps his promises, and his words are always true. His words are what keep me going in life. His Word, the one that became flesh, always pushes me forward. His Word is full of love and truth.
So I’ll keep writing, because eventually I’ll run out of things to say and only God’s words will seep through to the surface.