My daily commute is becoming the time that I process life.
This morning as I was driving, I had the thought that I have a lot of words yet to be spoken–and written. The thought didn’t leave all day long. I have something to say. The problem is that right now, I am verbally constipated. I think that my inability to write is purposeful. It’s not quite the time to say all that I have to say, though the urgency is rising within me. The words will come out in due time.
Isaiah 49:2 says
He made my mouth like a sharpened sword,
in the shadow of his hand he hid me;
he made me into a polished arrow
and concealed me in his quiver.
Isaiah 49 is one of my bedrock chapters in scripture. I love most of what it says, but this part has frustrated me for years. Why polish and arrow and conceal it? Why not allow the arrow to do what it is supposed to do? Why do I have to be a conealed arrow?
I am doing what it takes for my words to flow. I look forward to getting the green light. Until that time, I’ll be blogging. Quite a bit.