My life has undergone some serious changes lately. My son graduated from high school, I’ve been considering a major career switch, and the focus of my writing sharpened to finding an agent. So imagine my disappointment when the first rejection letter came.
“Not accepting new clients. Good luck with your writing.”
Ouch. Short and to the point.
Following that came a second letter, this one much more detailed but a rejection all the same.
“Quality writing, great plot, but not able to represent you at this time. Good luck with your writing.”
Double ouch. Added to the emotional turmoil of seeing my baby finish high school, these setbacks left me blubbering and crying out to God.
That’s when He reminded me about the rainbow. The promise it holds goes far beyond the absence of rain. A picture of hope and beauty, it reminds us of God’s faithfulness, His timeless, unchanging love, His magnificent ability to alter nature. If He would trouble Himself to bend water and light in such a way that I am reminded of His promises, why do I think that He would fail to hold my hopes and desires in the palm of His hand?
The problem is my timing is not always His. I’ll keep doing my part. I’ll send out the proposals and query letters. In the meantime, I’ve got to learn to leave the results of those letters up to Him. After all, He’s much better at handling them than I am.
“Not accepting new clients. Good luck with your writing.”
Ouch. Short and to the point.
Following that came a second letter, this one much more detailed but a rejection all the same.
“Quality writing, great plot, but not able to represent you at this time. Good luck with your writing.”
Double ouch. Added to the emotional turmoil of seeing my baby finish high school, these setbacks left me blubbering and crying out to God.
That’s when He reminded me about the rainbow. The promise it holds goes far beyond the absence of rain. A picture of hope and beauty, it reminds us of God’s faithfulness, His timeless, unchanging love, His magnificent ability to alter nature. If He would trouble Himself to bend water and light in such a way that I am reminded of His promises, why do I think that He would fail to hold my hopes and desires in the palm of His hand?
The problem is my timing is not always His. I’ll keep doing my part. I’ll send out the proposals and query letters. In the meantime, I’ve got to learn to leave the results of those letters up to Him. After all, He’s much better at handling them than I am.