Works of words.

In times gone by, I wrote to process life. It wasn't your normal journaling, but was rather a complexity of poetic description of life, allowing thoughts and pen to return to a place where Hope could be seen again. Every now and again, I still pick up a pen and begin to spell out a few words. Anymore, it's not to work through, or think about life and God, but a way to bless people. Words have always meant a lot to me, and I know that they can be used to bless others.
I just pulled out a book of my writings while in college. It's funny to remember writing some of the things that were created, others not so much, and yet to be able to become reflective again while reading them.
My parents seem to think that I have some kind of gift or ability in writing. If it's true, it would be good to write more. The problem is that I often don't feel that I have anything to write about, that I need a reason or inspiration to compose a work of words. How do you write when you aren't motivated, or when you feel as though you've lost that part of you, the ability?
Well, maybe God can still use me even if, or even though, I find myself where I am. He moves us forward, in whatever means that looks like, in order that His name might be honored.