nothing.

· Hope,Prayer

When I started this blog, I made a promise to myself. A vow, actually.

I vowed that if I had nothing to say, that is what I would say:

nothing.

Whether due to crazy schedule or writer’s block or heart strain.

Whether my wonderings have been flat or my ponderings have yielded only dust.

I vowed not to drudge up insights or wordsmith ideas.

The fallow season feels like floundering. It feels like nothing.

But, in truth,  it is waiting. For something.