Up In Smoke

My dream of becoming a famous writer seems to be nothing more that a tobacco less, pipeless and smokeless pipe dream. 

I have not written in months.  I wish it were writer’s cramp but I’m afraid it’s writer’s block.  It’s the blank sheet of paper that stares me down and fills me with doubt and uncertainty.  The thought of misspelled words, dangling participles and ending sentences with a preposition make me question why I should expose my ineptitude in black and white. 

It seems living and writing can be discouraging and disappointing but I must not despair…I must not give up.  Life would be totally hopeless if not for one thing…the promise I have in You. 

Dear Jesus,

Thank you; Lord, for doing it all.

Hold me up when I hit the wall.

Give me the grace not to fall.

You are my hope, my all in all.

There’s only one thing that is so true.

That’s the promise I have in You.

Amen.