I write this wishing I had opened my emails this morning to a long awaited invitation. Instead, there was some spam, a rejection, a loop wishing a friend “Happy Birthday,” and a couple of updates on blogs I read.
Though I feel lost in the mass of submissions, I plug along with my manuscript. Somewhere along the way, I picked up a couple of writing assignments for Fervr and PURSUE. They just kinda fell into my lap–right time, right place, whereas my book hasn’t hit that sweet spot yet.
Do I get discouraged because my manuscript hasn’t been given more than a cursory glance? You betcha. It’s like sitting at an empty intersection at a red light. My brain looks left, then right. “Should you go? You should go. No…be patient and wait. Maybe.”
Sitting still is hard for me. I’m the kid bouncing in the backseat of the car that God is shushing, telling me to sit down. “Are we there yet?”
When it comes down to it, I have to ask myself: do I trust God when His answer is to wait? Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I trust God? I mean, He invented the platypus, so I can certainly chill out. I just need to lay off the caffeine and keep writing.
Besides, until God opens the door, I’ll probably run right into it while it’s still closed and then complain about the bruise. I’m good at maiming myself.