Procrastination leads to pain as I wait
For the idea to come into focus
Crickets chirping with ideas
Stories fight for a place to stay
Words bounce off the walls of my mind
Day turns to night and night into day
Until
I must say something, anything
Then
I sit down
Beginning with prayer
And a sentence
Then another
The words being written, edited and driven towards an end
Chaos turns to order
Like an idea or a thought, a conversation with a purpose
Somewhere between the first line and the last
God the Father, the Holy Spirit, and the Son join me on the journey
It’s comforting, satisfying, relational, and complete
And yet, I wrestle with it all
Never thinking
I’m enough.