I have a free afternoon and decide I will write a post. I open my computer and think and think… and it doesn't take long for me to realise I don’t know what to write about. In the dark of the night, when I am supposed to be asleep, the ideas come thick and fast. But now? I can’t remember even one of them. They have fled leaving me a writer-without-a-story.
It’s a strange feeling having nothing to write about. I am tempted to think I will never again have anything to say. Familiar thoughts enter my mind: I wonder why I want to write. Surely it’s time to move on? I’ve said it all.
But I stop thinking this way. I know better. I am certain that just when I am least expecting it, a delicious idea will pop into my head. It has happened before.
I smile to myself as an idea occurs to me. I am suddenly unaware of what is going on around me. I am turning the idea over and over and words are appearing in my mind. Someone says something to me but I don't take it in. I don't want to talk. I want to run off to my computer and start typing. I have disappeared into a world of my own and nothing can prevent me writing my story. My family sighs.
But today… I know I am wasting my time sitting here. I should go and make some coffee and then read a book or prepare the dinner. I close the computer and then remember the postman went by about half an hour ago. Did he leave anything for us? I open the door onto a gorgeous autumn afternoon and pad in my socks down to the mailbox at the end of our drive. The lid is open. I can see a parcel jammed inside. A birthday parcel?
The parcel is from my dear long-time friend Cheradee. Inside is a stone cross:
I read the words:
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you hope and a future.
And I realise how beautifully they sum up all I have been thinking about recently: how God loves me so very much and how His plans for me are perfect, how I need to give Him control of my life... A wonderful feeling of joy spreads through me. I decide I just have to share a photo of my gift.
So I open my computer once again to upload a photo. I think of my unwritten story. Perhaps writing isn’t in God’s plan for me today. Maybe He wants me to do other things. No use sitting here worrying and wondering. I will be patient. An idea will arrive... at the perfect time, a time I least expect.