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Out of the Habit

For a while now I have been out of the habit of writing. It went from something I did every single day
(most of the day as I was being paid to do it) to less and less to where I wouldn’t write anything for
weeks at a time. I don’t quite know why it became so hard for me other than I just got burned out.

I have an alarm in my phone that I have had for years and it simply says, “Time to Write.” But day after
day I ignore it. This actually makes me quite sad that I have gotten to this point because writing was like
breathing for me at one time.

Now I am feeling the urging to get back into it. Not necessarily from me. But definitely from the Lord.
However, I have so much doubt. What if I can’t do it again. I have tried to commit to this so many times
in the last couple of years to just give it up again. I feel like it isn’t fair to my audience.

Well, this week I was reading a devotional and it was talking about our own willpower and how if we rely
on that alone we will fail. We need to rely on God’s divine power to see us through in achieving God’s
will. So I am asking God to give me His divine power in this journey that He so clearly wants me on. That
is my prayer. And I will meet my own doubt with faith in him.

May you be blessed wherever you are and wherever you are at in your own journey of faith.

Andrea

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