You know how hard I've worked. You've been there, all those dark, lonely hours while I pinged away at a keyboard. You helped me tell the story, sustained me with time, a computer that didn't crash, a crooked little flashdrive that has never been lost. You watched me type the first word and the last word, and You knew when I changed the first word through 16 revisions.
You know how my ego has swelled with every compliment and You know how hard I have fought the battle against pride. You've seen me struggle to make myself less when my heart cries out for recognition, admiration, and fawning praise. You know how I yearn for that "someone" to notice me and make my dreams of success come true.
Don't give it to me. The same way You denied Moses when he asked to see Your face in Exodus 33:18, because You knew it would be too much for him.
If You don't go with me on the difficult road to publication, don't send me. Don't let my ears be tickled with compliments that will skew my view of myself. Don't let me hear encouragement that will push me farther than You want me to go. Don't let others whisper empty promises that deliver false hope.
Just go with me. That's what I ask. You and me. Knowing You are there and You are pleased is worth more to me than a contract, more than the pleasure of seeing my words in print.
To be published, respected, and influential--those are good things and You will guide me toward that in Your time, in Your way. I am not like the others. There are talented aspiring writers in the great big world who don't know You. They clamber for attention and due praise, and buy followers, and fight for room on a tiny stage. But I do not cross my fingers for luck when I query. I do not receive rejection bitterly. I do not blame. I do not pout. I do not lose hope as long as You are with me.
Your ways are different and your presence separates me from the pack.
Your presence is all I truly want. More than success, more than royalties, more even than sincere praise. Because those things don't guide my steps. Those things don't linger. Those things don't care about the souls of my potential audience.
So, with humility, I ask for Your presence so that Your presence will supply the boldness I need to move forward in this pursuit.
Robin, my path to publication has taken many years. I had short stories published, but never a book. The road to being a writer isn't always paved in concrete...there are pot holes! My book, "The Girl Called Ella Dessa" was written many years ago and grew into three books. So many times, I said I was giving up and things in life broke up my path to publication. Now my book is being released...readers will delve into a story that seemed to write itself. The second book has been contracted and is at the editor's office already. I'm stressing. I'm not "up with all the things being required of me". I feel unsure of myself. I like to write, but promoting my book will not be my best accomplishment. Keep writing...learn as much as you can. You're young. God bless.
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