I don’t know how long one has to write before they can consider themselves ‘a writer.’ But since I am experiencing writer’s block, I guess I’ll just go with it.
Thankfully a dead guy spoke to me about it during my reading this morning.
And I think I’m gonna put my pen down and listen…
One of the mental characteristics against which I have rebelled most is the frequency of my “blank spells” when I cannot think of anything worth writing, and sometimes cannot remember names.
Henceforth I resolve to regard these as God’s signal that I am to stop and listen.
Sometimes you want to talk to your son, and sometimes you want to hold him tight in silence.
God is that way with us, he wants to hold still with us in silence.
Here is something we can share with all the people in the world. They cannot all be brilliant or rich or beautiful…
But everybody can learn to hold God by the hand and rest.
And when God is ready to speak the fresh thoughts of heaven will flow in like a crystal spring.
Everybody rests at the end of the day, what a world gain if everybody could rest in the waiting arms of the Father, and listen until he whispers.
Exerpts from letters written
at Dansalan, Lake Lanao,
to his father by
FRANK C. LAUBACH, PhD.
January 2, 1932