Dry Spell

Some unusual circumstances in my life have contributed to a writing dry spell. For the past several weeks, I haven't even enjoyed my work. I feel as if I've been wandering through the desert without the manna of creativity falling from heaven.

I am also reminded of the parched bones in Ezekiel's vision. But one can't think of that image without immediately envisioning the more powerful image of the dry bones filling with flesh and coming alive when the Spirit of God breathes on them.

Breathe on me, Lord!