One of the most difficult parts of making writing a career is the waiting process. You write. You read. You wait, and while you wait, you write and read. The most frustrating part of the waiting process is doubt. It creeps in like fog, obscuring any visibility of my future. But, what if the wait is the most pivotal part of the writing process? What if, bare with me, the wait is the point?
While waiting, I've had to find a strength within me I didn't know existed. My writing has improved, and so has my tenacity. I am a better mother, a better wife, and a better human... all because God has deemed it necessary for me to wait for Him to open the flood gates. And open they will. I know it. I feel it in the very marrow of my bones. God will keep His promise. Writing will be my career. Just, not yet.
Not yet. Two words that pack a powerful punch. In reality, not yet is far better than no, but until the time these words transform into yes, I will turn my eyes to the Lord. I will ask Him what lessons I still need to learn while I wait. I will seek forgiveness when I don't wait well, because truthfully, I don't always wait well. I become impatient, impugnable, and often times irritable. I am sure there are more "I" words I become, but these are the top three, for sure.
In the end, when the wait is finally over, I will look back on this season of wait, and I will see exactly why God pressed pause on my progress. After all, He cares more about my character than my career. I trust the power of His word... enough to wait for His perfect time... and perfect it will be.