“How’s the writing going?” my coworker asked this week.
Usually, I have a tailor-made answer ready for this.
“I’m getting there.”
“I love it. It’s hard, but I’m excited about it.”
“I’m overwhelmed. But at least it’s for a good reason!”
But this time?
This time, I groaned. Out loud. Before I could catch myself.
The truth is the last two weeks, I’ve struggled. Struggled with energy, with creativity. With marketing, editing, writing, and creating all at one time. I’ve prayed and then tried to create some more, excited and anxious for the ideas flirting just outside my ability to catch and solidify.
Then I realized.
I forgot. I forget it isn’t my job to fix or succeed. I forgot it isn’t even my place to sell books. (But I can at least tell you about it.) I forgot it isn’t my place to come up with the theme.
I forgot I’m just the mouthpiece, the human God chose to be His messenger with these particular creative stories. I forgot it is my place to seek Him and then watch Him work in and through me to accomplish HIS masterpiece. And His masterpiece isn’t my first book or the one I’m editing now, or the series finale I’m about to begin writing, or the proposal for the next series that was due to my agent two weeks ago.
Nope. His masterpiece is me, the messenger. Because as He entrusts me with these stories, He is in the process of refining me, molding me more into His image as He whispers the truth that He is in control and only He satisfies. He alone holds the message.
So really the only message for me to communicate right now is that the writing and editing and marketing are going well.
But not because of me. In spite of me. He’s already got it under control. And that’s something I can celebrate no matter how many books are sold.
Linking up with some amazing women for Five Minute Friday.