Sometimes, it just happens. Blinking cursor, white screen, blank mind - you don't know what to write about. And it's not like there's a shortage of things in my life to write about.
I could write about what it's like to visit a new church.
I could write about the crazy miracles in the book of Acts I've been reading for my devotions.
I could write about how great Udderly Divine ice cream is.
I could write about what it's like to be in my last semester of college - and a week away from my eighteenth birthday.
I could write about the sunshine.
I could write about my two fluffy, spazzy cats and how much I love them and why I give them such degrading nicknames like Mr. Baby and Tubby-Tub.
I could write about how strange and beautiful and terrible The Brothers Karamazov is.
I could write about how I'm jamming to Owl City's new album.
I could write about running.
I could write about how much I can't wait for Heaven.
I could write about the immensely fun Jane Austen course I'm about to finish.
I could write about the perfect summer breeze that blows through the window.
I could write about a quote from Rosaria Butterfield that continues to rattle around in my mind: "Repentance requires greater intimacy with God than with your sin."
I could write about my grandmother's piano and how much I love playing it.
I could write about how excited I am that my dad and brother get home today.
Or I could just write about all the little, ordinary bits and pieces of my life and how grateful I am to God for it all. The thing is, my life is an inestimable blessing.
Even when I'm frustrated or tired or waiting for something that seems like it will never happen, my life is a gift, a spectacular story that's being written by a divine Author every day.
May I never forget.