If you create, in any way, shape, or form, for any good length of time, you’re bound to stumble into a dry spell. That’s where I find myself, yet again, as evidenced by the last few weeks of reposts.

If I didn’t know better, I’d be convinced that someone kidnapped my muse. That would take a pretty desperate individual. If there really was such a thing as a musenapper, mine wouldn’t fetch a lot in the way of a ransom.

It’s not that the world is lacking subjects to write about, it’s quite the opposite, it’s that nothing inspires the creative writing flame within. The last time I sat down to write I came up with zilch, mostly just silence with the occasional mental cricket chirping – real slow.

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Oh, I’ve been here before. I’m familiar with the territory. I know this road like the back of my hand. It’s a ghost town and there’s no way out of it until I can find the inspiration and gifts that are everywhere we are.

I’ve read quite a bit on the subject of writer’s block. A lot of famous, and some not so famous, are willing to push their two cents to the middle of the table.

The secular world has a different perspective when it comes to creativity – some of it is common sense, but for some of us, there’s a much different perspective.

Writing for gratification of the flesh can’t ever be fulfilled, at least from a Christian worldview. For us, we can write a lifetime library and if it doesn’t point to Truth it’s just chatter. Words that carry or point to Truth are eternal. They will last through eternity.

Coincidently, my writer’s block is almost always accompanied by my lack of study and striving toward God. But when we start spilling words out of our mind, even if we don’t know the direction and destination, like these, who we are and what we believe finds its way out.

I love to write. It’s a gift to share words, but only if they point to the Truth that will lift up others.

We’re here for a moment, then it’s gone. The moments spent breathing in this physical world are for the purpose of us choosing our eternity. Most of you know that like you know your name, but all of us need reminding and encouraging.

This is my reminder to myself, but the encouraging isn’t mine. It’s from the Maker of all things – the Sustainer of everything. I’m encouraged by His rescue of a wondering mind, pen, and keyboard.

If you’re in need of encouragement, you have it. Not because of these simple words, but because you know this Truth; it’s a promise from God; reach to Him and he’ll reach to us.

When we do that our ghost town is transformed into a spiritual Garden of Eden where we walk with our Father.

It’s the only place we find true peace on this earth and the only way to avoid stumbling into a dry spell.