The only use for the word ‘blocked’ I have ever heard of is ‘writers block’. As I have never considered myself a writer, I never really gave the word much thought. Although I have been in a twelve-step recovery group since age 22, I had never heard this term used. Long about three years ago, I learned that a book I have carried for over 30 years in my bag of books to meeting after meeting (three meetings a week for many of those years) was the key that would unlock much of my sick and spiritually unhealthy thinking. The book is called, ‘Alcoholics Anonymous’ aka ‘The Big Book’.
I have mis-used this word through out my life and have applied it to far too many interesting and exciting people, places and things that were unworthy of such a splendid adjective. Recently, while lost in thought and very alone with my Father-God, I made a decision to reserve this word, to set it apart from use, determined to only ascribe such a splendid adjective to my Precious and All Mighty God. Although I have slipped and the word has passed between my lips, quickly I have apologized both in my heart and mind to My Lord and again re-committed myself to refrain from its use and asked Him to set a gate at my lips and help me to guard the use of this word, willing, in the depths of my heart of hearts to set a fence around this word and keep it from nearing or exiting my mouth, that it should here after only pass the gaits of my lips with the express purpose of describing and being associated with the All Mighty, oh what a mighty and Awesome God I serve. (“Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.” Psalm 141:3)