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I’m coming up blank.

It’s been that kind of week. The sky, the ground, everything around me is white, like the computer screen on which I should be writing a compelling blog post. It’s been a week, and I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to come up with something pertinent to write about.

But my mind is blank. So the blog is too….

I don’t really believe in “writer’s block,” that condition writers claim that prevents them from writing. I’ve found writing to be more of a discipline, and have noticed that once I commit to doing it, the writing is the easy part. I’d say I’ve more often been struck with “thinker’s block,” which turns my brain all mushy and makes me stare excessively.

So today I just decide to show up, to start writing, and that Big White Page in my brain started to fill up. It occurred to me that sometimes life is like that – not just for writers, but for everybody. Sometimes we don’t know what to say, or to think. We’re just blank. And that’s OK.

God likes a blank canvas. Look at the cool stuff he did at the start of creation. If I wipe the slate clean, he can put something fresh on it.

These winter months, all white and gray and boring and blank, are a great time to allow God to work in and on us. I’ve decided to give the emptiness to Him, and see what He “writes.”

I imagine I’ll be surprised – and amazed – at the colorful things he comes up with.