… sometimes I have dry spells where I don’t blog for days, even weeks. I wonder if there is really anything left I can say except for a few funny anecdotes. Certainly nothing inspiring or of greater worth that can’t be read elsewhere.
I discovered a correlation between my musings. When I am inspired I write. Seems simple enough. But what inspires me? Beautiful music and stunning art. Clever and insightful quips from the lives of the saints. Interactions with family and friends. Time spent in adoration and prayer.
When I don’t write it becomes obvious to me that all these things are lacking in my life. I have nothing here to offer, like inviting people over for dinner only to find the cupboard bare.
There are a few bloggers out there who consistently provide thought provoking and spiritually renewing material on their blogs. Whew boy, they must be holy. At least that is how I think. I bet they never contemplate Christ coming again in glory and are suddenly gripped with the question, when we get our glorified bodies will I still have my Puerto Rican ass?
Musings of a saint… yeah right. Who thinks like that?