Sometimes, I feel like God doesn’t want me to write about any of the things I want to write about.  Maybe because they’re too whiny.  Maybe because they’re too honest.  Maybe because they reveal more of my prone-to-wandering heart than is good for anyone.  Maybe because it just isn’t the right time.  So, though there are a lot of thoughts I think I would like to share here, I find my words getting muddled and my heart straining against what I assume is the pressing of the Holy Spirit saying no.

Maybe some other time?

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. —Psalm 19:14