I used to read my Bible and listen to God while feeding the baby. I asked, "Why do you give me so much when I haven't got the time to pass anything on?" "Perhaps My words are a gift just for you."
The kids grew older. I read my Bible and wrote down the words I received. "Why do you give me so many words when nobody's going to read them?" "Perhaps they're a gift for one reader, and that's enough."
Then the kids grew up. I found a publisher. "Why do you give me books when they won't sell?" And God won't tell. But perhaps that just means I should have listened closer to Him before.