I stare at this blinking cursor everyday, willing the words to unveil themselves in my grand purpose and meaning in this life. The vocabulary doesn't materialize. The inspiration fails to surface. I blame it on the lack of visual stimulus and pine tree blinders inhibiting me from waxing poetically about all the freaky people making the beauty in the world. I blame the deliberate protection of my unborn fetus on me swallowing the bitter taste of fierce anger I feel about our political state and my reluctance to spell it out. I question the validity of my opinion, of my blog, and the adverse affect my thoughts, deeds, and words may have on one's I love or those I've yet to reach. I feel a lacking in this behavior. Still, I sit in silence and let the power of a blank screen have more control over me than the good word I know and the good life I live.
And then...
This is what the Lord says:
“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,
who draws strength from mere flesh
and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
That person will be like a bush in the wastelands;
they will not see prosperity when it comes.
They will dwell in the parched places of the desert,
in a salt land where no one lives.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”
The heart is deceitful above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?
Jeremiah 17:5-9
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