Today's reading talks about a sabbath rest for the land. Every seventh year, the land is to lie fallow, not be tilled or harvested.
All ground can profit from a rest. As a farmer's wife, I watch my husband select patches to lie fallow, or to rotate crops to replenish the fertility of the ground. If it is continuously tilled for the same crop, it loses its ability to produce.
Writers, I think, can suffer from that same "continuous cropping" syndrome. Without seasons of fallow, we become stilted, stale, stagnant.
But more than just the rest, we need that sabbath time to draw closer to the Lord. Without His constant inspiration, we have nothing of value to say.
Grant us the wisdom to take a sabbath from time to time. Help us to draw closer to You, to hear, to heed, and to speak what You would have us write or say.
In Jesus' most precious name.