I don't expect my resolve to last long, but I'm going to attempt to put a gag on Li'l Writer Guy. I love to write, and there's always a large backlog of issues, large and small, on which my mind is constantly spewing forth essay fragments. Crafting them into some coherent form and publishing the result usually offers some relief, but recent political and philosophical discussions (of which what is published is but the tip of the iceberg) have instead left me enervated.
When I consider the long hours it takes to get my thoughts into shareable form, hours that have much more pressing needs tugging insistently at their sleeves, I'm thinking Li'l Writer Guy needs to spend some time with the Carthusian monks.
Lift Up Your Hearts!
The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
