The Curse of the Blinking Cursor

It's the curse of the blinking cursor.

Here it is, sitting innocently in the middle of the text box, waiting for me to find the words to type in so it has a point and purpose. It's never done anything to me. It just wants me to do something with it.

And the problem isn't with the cursor. It's with me, the writer. I'm the one who can't find the words to say. I'm leaving the blinking cursor to just blink away... alone and miserable. All the reasons or excuses for it don't matter. This is my fault. *sigh*

Right now, I feel a lot like the blinking cursor. Like I'm just sitting, waiting for God to type the next sentence, write the next word, in my story, and He hasn't done it yet. Has He stopped? Ah, no. But I just feel like He has - mostly because things aren't going exactly the way I imagined they would when He told me I was supposed to come back to Phoenix. Why I thought they would, I don't know. It's not like He's ever done things my way in my life before...

I do keep busy, though. Just like the cursor. While I'm waiting, I'm not sitting still. It's just the uncertainty of everything that is supposed to be coming next. I like to be in the know, so not being it is something I can barely tolerate at this point. Translation - I have a ton of questions that I feel like aren't getting answered.

And, so ironic - when I grabbed my Ipod and started listening to a random playlist, the second song ends up being Clay Walker's song "A Few Questions". Even the blinking has a purpose for my cursor, and this is one of those times where I need to just be content to blink and wait for the next chapter to unfold. Thanks, God.

Just because I don't know if you'll get why unless you hear the song yourself, I'll post it here.


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