How can a writer be without words? Hands frozen on the keys, here I sit at almost midnight, hoping the mind will push some insightful thoughts down through the fingers so they’ll pour out onto the page.
Sometimes that happens to me and especially after I’ve been reading some very good books or blogs. Thoughts roll around in my head and refuse to settle down – refuse to allow me to focus, to follow the narrowing trail.
What then?
Tonight it means goodnight. Time for rest. It’s been a good day – a Saturday with few obligations – with time for friends and family.
Sometimes no words are necessary. Sometimes we just need to be.
Sleep well, friends.
Maybe tomorrow the words will come.
Words as Worship 
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