*This post is raw and from my heart. I am resisting the urge to edit it to death and just leave it as it is so that it’s authentic and gives you an accurate picture of my heart hurricane.
I have been working on a children’s book series for two years now and been sending it out to any literary agent and publisher that accepts children’s manuscripts. Clearly, since you won’t find me at your nearest book store rubbing elbows with Pete the Cat or Mo Willems, it is safe to say that I have not, in fact, been picked up by a publisher yet. I know that authors receive a million rejections before getting a contract and I’m fully prepared for that. However, yesterday I was sitting down to send my proposal to a new group of publishers and I was feeling a bit more demoralized than usual as I drafted my “Please pick me, I swear I’m cool, JUST PUBLISH MY EVER LOVING BOOK! P.S. I’ll make you brownies if you say yes.” email.
I shut the computer and said an honest prayer.
Lord, I want these books in print. I want them to be in the hands of families and read in homes. I want these books to help parents and teachers navigate healthy conversations with their kids. And honesty, I want to see my name written in print. I want this thing to come to fruition.
Please. I’m trying not to lose hope. I’m trying to trust Your timing. But if your timing could be like… yesterday… that would be great. P.S. I’ll send you brownies if you say yes.
But this time, no more silence.
Your name is written my dear. It’s written on my hands. It’s written on my heart.
Oh. Welp, that should be enough then.
Now, where are my brownies?
Ok so maybe I didn’t hear that last part. BUT the rest of it, yeah I heard it. I heard it with my heart. My hurricane heart. So here I am, trying to rest in that promise. I am rejoicing that my name is already written on the hands and heart of the greatest Masterpiece. And until my books are put in every hotel room in the country, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say He is probably the better Author. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still chasing down this dream- sorry folks, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily. But I’m chasing the dream with a renewed trust, a renewed fire, and apparently a lot of brownies.