A bit of a writer's block

I had this great bout of writers block for some time now. Almost seems as though the peace within me doesn't need the voice too much now. There are these intense relaxation moments that require the minimalistic amounts of time. Seconds nearly. Then all else is gone.

Even when I come home from work, stressed and what not, I still find comfort going to the bible now. Its remarkable just how much at peace you can become when you give yourself minutes reading the bible. 

Its a gift not to take lightly. 

As I sit here preparing to eat my yogurt smores I look over the watchtower and all my notes from the Circuit Overseers visit. Just astonished by just how much I noted my studies, my personal studies, coincided with what was being discussed. Even more so is when I give help, direction to others and find that the subjects too were discussed and reminded to us.

I can truly say that my mind is not my own. I mean I make my own choices but the thoughts tend to lean towards a discussion or topic that is to come up again. Indeed I can only thank Jehovah for the constant reminders.

As I lean back into the chair I realize my mind isn't blocked but clear. Joyous this occasion is. And as I remind myself that I must adjust more to be capable of moving forward. Indeed I am always in awe of Jehovah's majestic power. 

For that I return to the personal notes I have of the meetings and conventions of past. I hope to find a new lesson and a new adjustment.  Thinking over the newfounded excitement that stirs within me. 

Indeed I may have writers block but I have pure excitment bouncing inside me. So all this takes me back to one hope. I cling to it until the waves are answered. I can only move more and more closer to it. Shrugs. 

C'est la vie.