On 2/13, I blogged about my Leap of Faith. About two weeks later, I received a lovely letter from Krista Stroever concerning my recent submission. I was surprised she replied so quickly. She said I had outlined an exciting story, but the writing wasn’t strong enough for their line. Okay, what does that mean?
The mail had come while I was fixing lunch for the munchkins in my care. I blinked back tears and swallowed a rock-sized lump in my throat while trying to keep a happy face. Once I get the kids settled for their naps, I reread the letter again. And again. And again.
Strong writing. Strong writing. Strong writing. The words echoed through my head like a gong. Was I a bad writer? Would I be able to get published through another house? Was this the end of my writing career? Should I consider a different path?
I decided it was time to have a chat with God. After all, I prayed before I mailed out the manuscript, I prayed while I awaited an answer, I prayed as soon as I saw the package. Hmm, it didn’t seem as though God had time to answer my prayers. When I asked Him what was up with this, I didn’t hear a response.
I chatted with a few friends who gave me sage advice. I kept my chin up, swallowed the tears, and opened the manuscript document to start making the writing stronger. And drew a blank.
If I didn’t understand what she had meant, how was I supposed to fix it?
That afternoon, my daycare darlings awoke from their naps, recharged and ready to go. One of the toddlers clamored for milk. Even as I pulled the cup from the cupboard, the milk from the refrigerator, and poured the beverage, he continued to ask for milk. I got impatient with him and said something like “Would you please be patient? Can’t you see I’m getting it?”
I handed him the cup and while he quenched his thirst, I stood at the sink, staring out my kitchen window. I heard my words all over again and instead of being said with my impatient voice, I heard them being said with God’s calm tone. He was asking me to be patient about my writing. One rejection was nothing to get upset about. He reminded me that He hadn’t forgotten, nor had He ignored my prayers.
You see, God is awesome. He sees the whole picture while I saw a few paragraphs on a sheet of paper. He knew my manuscript wasn’t ready for publication yet. I hold tight to His promise in Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
He’s getting to it. I just need to be patient.