God’s Disabled Pen

My pen… it’s disabled.
It has ink.
It is in a capable hand,
and is in the hand of a writer…
a good writer, a gifted writer, God’s writer,
and yet it cannot write.
This writer has words, profound words,
to express,
a flood of thoughts that are drowning me out,
but I seem to have a gate or wall
blocking the flow of my pen.
Does it matter to anyone that I can’t?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Does anyone really need to read it?
Does it really need to be written?
My soul is crying, “Yes, please, I can’t breathe!”
I need to get these things out,
yet no one but me and God knows what they are.
Does God care if I get them out or not?
I think He does or else He would not speak them to me.
God, help me to do with these words and thoughts
as You want me to do,
that I might serve You
and give You all the glory.
Praise You for the word.

4-11-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

In a Slump

I can’t write anything.
Every time I start to write something,
I get in the middle of another thought,
then accidentally blend them,
and then they make no sense.
What am I going to do?
Writing is the only way I can express myself.
And if I can’t write anything,
I’ll never get anywhere with my feelings.
Maybe this is what they call a writer’s slump,
but whatever it is… it’s stealing my heart
and keeping me from sharing with the world.
And I have so much to share.
If only I could get it out.

3-19-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)