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Writer's Block and Analysis Paralysis


I haven't been able to write much of anything lately. I have analysis paralysis. Analysis paralysis happens when I think too much about one subject and usually because I am thinking about it in the wrong way. For example, I have been thinking a lot about the weight of words and the responsibility of using them wisely. The admonishments in the bible about being mindful of what we say aren't intended to keep us silent but to keep us from using words foolishly. Because of my sinful and mercurial nature, I have thought about my responsibilities to the point of being fearful to write anything in a blog.

Isn't that just like sin? Taking a bit of God's wisdom and twisting it to incapacitate you from doing something good and making you think you're doing the right thing. I want to be mindful that I am treading on holy ground when I try to speak God's truth and use it as a balm for tired, aching souls. Yet remaining quiet is not the solution for being careful.

I am still researching Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and finding an appalling lack of biblical counsel on the subject. I can't help but wonder if there are people who have biblical tools to help parents of children with FAS who may also have analysis paralysis. So for now, here's my offering. I'll be praying for your paralysis and mine.

Proverbs10:19-21
19 When there are many words, transgression is unavoidable, but he who restrains his lips is wise.
20 The tongue of the righteous is {as} choice silver, the heart of the wicked is {worth} little.
21 The lips of the righteous feed many, but fools die for lack of understanding.

Ecclesiastes 5:3
3 For the dream comes through much effort, and the voice of a fool through many words.

Ecclesiastes 5:7
7 For in many dreams and in many words there is emptiness. Rather, fear God.

Ecclesiastes 6:11
11 For there are many words which increase futility. What {then} is the advantage to a man?


Proverbs 25:11
11 {Like} apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken in right circumstances.

Proverbs 15:23
23 A man has joy in an apt answer, and how delightful is a timely word!

Proverbs 24:26
26 He kisses the lips who gives a right answer.


Ecclesiastes 12:11
11 The words of wise men are like goads, and masters of {these} collections are like well-driven nails; they are given by one Shepherd.
NAS

Comments

Carla Rolfe said…
"I want to be mindful that I am treading on holy ground when I try to speak God's truth and use it as a balm for tired, aching souls."

What an excellent reminder!
Perfectly His said…
I enjoyed your post. Thanks for making sense of something I think every blogger experiences at least once.

Blessings to you,
HisPerfect

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