I have a small stack, depending on your defintion of "small", of novels to read. I have several unread on my Kindle. You'd think I'd be anxious to get into them. You'd think . . .
But I'm not. And I'm not sure why. I could speculate, but what's the point? Suffice it to say, not one of them is sparking the drive to get started.
I'll get to one soon, I'm sure. But right now I've got the reading blahs.
Lord, you know what season this is. Help me to see from your perspective. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.