I took last week off from writing. For the last year, I have been blogging and writing poetry. On average, I publish 5-6 posts per week on my blog and I post 1-2 poems per week on my poetry and photo blog.
I have to be honest, it was really difficult. I am constantly trying my to come up with unique and creative ways to present a message of hope. And all the time and thought that goes into it can wear a person out.
Mark 1:35 says, “And early in the morning, while it was still dark, He arose and went out and departed to a lonely place, and was praying there.
As a Christian blogger/writer I consider what I write part of my ministry. This makes taking a break scary, especially one where we have no activity whatsoever. I can honestly say that this thought crossed my mind, “There are people who visit here every day, they are not going to get ministered to.”
Let me be clear: That was probably the most selfishly-stupid thoughts I’ve ever had.
Though I wasn’t writing, I was still reading a lot of stuff.
Every day someone else posted a blog that inspired me.
Every day someone else posted a blog that encouraged me.
Every day someone else posted a blog that stretched the way I thought.
In other words, the world didn’t come to a screeching halt because I wasn’t writing. In fact, it went on quite nicely.
And that’s what I love about the verse above. Jesus understood that in order to pour himself out to others, He had to fill Himself up first. He understood that He needed time alone with His father.