There are so many words brewing on the inside on me. I almost wrote and posted a bomb last week and then it seemed like things piled one after the other. I got too busy. I got too worried. I fought many battles, but I missed this one. I didn't contend for what I wanted to write. And now I'm here, and I can't post the bomb I was going to post last week, because I'm worn out. I need prolonged Jesus time- but of course, that's also an excuse. I can die and drink from Him any minute. And I don't because I got busy, and because I made a habit out of being busy. The Lord stopped my routine dry on Monday and then I got myself back into it Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So now I'm here, trying to get back into the quietness of soul I let myself get out of. Maybe I'll publish something else tomorrow. I need to take a drink from the living waters. Whereas the world would have me convinced I need to get busier, the Lord will always make sure I stop to take a drink.
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