I think of all the people around me who go about their day doing something constructive, as I sit here each day just trying to get to the next day. I feel God has given me a gift to write but it seems I am not using that gift as it should be. God gives each of us gifts if we know how to use them.
All I can think of are all those people who know me in real life and those that do not. I wonder how their days are going and just what it is they are doing, instead of like me just sitting here trying to find something to write about, that not only will pass the idle time, but will bring pleasure to all concern.
It is just another day waiting on God to guide me as to His Will and purpose for me now. If God gave me a gift to write, then why is it so hard to do? Being a writer is a solitary life, even when others are around, it is as if there is a disconnect somehow or something I am missing and not getting.
I have so much inside that I want to write about but I have been unable to do it. Or write it in the way it should and can be written. I hear the bee's and birds around me buzzing and chirping with the sounds of being on an island. I have seen some nice places and taken some pictures of those places, but nothing seems to help with this feeling I have inside about being alone, far, far, away from those I love and wishing they were here with me. Then, things might not seem so bad as they are right now.
We all hope for a better life, maybe mine will come for me soon, as I wait on God, as all of us have to do.
God bless.
James Garland
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