I consider myself as I read through verses of Samuel and David, of Psalms and Proverbs, of a Messiah come and a Creation restored. I ask God the question, "Will you give me some inspiration? Something to write about?"
Weeks pass by without a sense of what I've lost, until suddenly, I read yet another familiar passage on denying oneself, and then I remember:
It's not about me.
And I thank God that I've been reminded that spending time with the Word and the Lord isn't about what I can get out of it. It isn't about how things apply directly to my life and my concerns and my situation. It's so much more than just me.
And this reorientation of view suddenly makes sense... because without it, I don't know how to read.
It's communion with the Good Creator of the World.
It's learning and understanding and actually coming to know the God who loves us.
It's about Him, and not about me.