I really desire to write more. I haven't really written in at least six months, if not longer. The drought has been going on for a couple years in all reality. I used to write all the time, pouring out my heart, filling pages upon pages of my laments and musings. It was pretty dark stuff but I am thankful that I was able to get it out. I wrote more when I was depressed and angry, lost and hopeless. Now, two years from my victory over depression and anxiety I struggle to communicate on paper/blogs the cries of my heart. Why is that? Why can't I testify to God's goodness now? I've never known greater joy and hope in the past two years, yet I can't seem to pour that out. Am I afraid to share? Am I too much of a perfectionist, unwilling to write out undeveloped thoughts and poorly formed sentences? I'm tired of being silent. I'm tired of my laziness and lack of desire in regards to my writing. I have a story to tell, by the grace of God, and it is a crime for me to hold inside the marvelous works of my Father. My goal is fixed on disciplining myself to write on this blog at least once a week, if not more. I don't want to care how bad it reads or how confusing it may be. I just want to write and write and write. I want to pour out my heart and put to text the musings of my heart. So, that's what I'm going to try to do.