After Morning Prayer, I settled on down in my church office ready to write up (or outline) this weekend’s sermon and prayers. There was only one problem:

My brain is zapped.

I tried everything, but nothing could be squeezed from the mush in my head. The sermon I started to outline was quite pathetic. I know, I know, the Holy Spirit helps guide my thoughts and then uses the words to build faith in the hearts of the hearers. But it is like the Holy Spirit took the morning off. Nothing that I wrote made any sense. Each word I wrote was unpreachable (I know, that isn’t a word).

After two hours, I stepped away and came home.

I need to step back for a little while. A change of scenery today, for at least a while, could be helpful.