I've got nothing. But I have everything.

It doesn't make sense. But it will.

I was up late last night. At least for me. We’re talking 10:30p. I know, wild night.

So when my alarm went off this morning at 5am because I’m trying to get back into the routine of waking up early instead of sleeping in to match my kids’ summer schedules, I turned it off and rolled back over.

Chalk me up for an “L.”

Then came my abiding time. As I journaled this morning, I have to admit that I didn’t get anything profound. No nugget. No insight. And I panicked a little. The proposition of this publication and this community is that every weekday morning I giving you something. So when I’ve got nothing, that’s a problem.

Or is it?

See, I’ve told you that most mornings I pray for imagination, inspiration, and implementation. You know what I got this morning? I got implementation. I’ve been contemplating an idea for the end of my new book on alcoholism and recovery, and I just haven’t been able to land on something to make it a reality.

Until this morning.

As I wrote out my prayers, God…