When Words Don’t Come
There are days when we just can’t write. When we have the pictures in our heads but can’t find the words to capture them on paper. When we don’t have the inspiration, the thrill, the passion to get anything down.
Some — many — may call it writer’s block. And when it happens to me, I know my words won’t come out right. Polished. Neat. Complete. It’s more a jumbled mess than a pretty picture — a puzzle whose pieces haven’t yet taken a form.
Welcome to my world.
Why do I feel this way? I feel empty, hollow, sunken. I hear myself laugh, I see myself go about my daily routine — but they’re motions. They’re a means to an end. They’re things to fill the void I know is there, somewhere, deep down. What is it?
I think of the friends I haven’t seen in a while. Perhaps that’s why I’m blue…
I think of the elusive career move that hasn’t hit me yet. Perhaps this elongated search for the “next step” has got me feeling down…
I hear the headlines. I hear of the anger, the hatred, the cheating, the killing. The hungry and the power-hungry. The “unfairs” and the “how dare yous.” Maybe I’ve heard these words far too much…
I sit at a table in my house that faces out to the yard — and there, between two evergreen trees, stands a little angel in prayer.
Where my little angel now sleeps.
It’s been two months since my cat passed away. He was with me for 19 years — and then, just like that, on an exam table, in the blink of a tear-stained eye, he was gone. My baby boy. The little brother I never before had. My friend who was with me through part of grade school, high school, college, the start of my work life. The little creature I cared for when he was a carefree young whippersnapper when he started to slip from me, when there was nothing more I could do…
I cried the first couple of days. Then, the tears stopped. I felt horrid — why didn’t the tears come? I loved him — I know I did.
But then I say his name. I see his bed. His pictures. Memories peek out and prick at my mind and heart. And then I feel it — a chapter of my life gone, a purpose removed, a loved one taken from me. The warmth I feel from the sound of his name is always accompanied by a sadness lingering in a hollowed-out corner of my heart.
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But then a still, small voice reaches out to me in the darkness of my thoughts — through the “blocks” in my flesh — and reminds me of the great truth that overwhelms even the most grievous of sorrows.
“‘In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.’”
John 16:33b
Perhaps my blocks will come and go. Days of high spirits and productivity will be followed by those of heartache. Some days it may seem like the blocks are winning…
But those blocks don’t have to define me. How I view my life. How I live my life. Perhaps those blocks instead act as detours. Detours that lead me back to the path I’m meant to walk. A path that is illumined by the rays of a glorious Sun…
…Of a glorious God who never suffers from writer’s block — or any block for that matter. Of a God whose words are always perfect and inspired and complete. Of a God whose words have the power to transform souls — and make the most seemingly blocked life a life of purpose and hope.
“‘So is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.’”
Isaiah 55:11
For me, there are times when my words just don’t come. With God, His words are always there. And they are there for you and for me.
