Bugs worked out

With God’s help, I think I have all the bugs worked out. Allow me to explain. 

I have always been jealous of people who knew from the time they could express the concept, what they wanted to be when they grew up. 

A few years ago, I started a blog. What better way to share with a group of like minded individuals? I was so scared that I’d get made fun of. Discounted. Or ripped to shreds. So far, that hasn’t happened. Even some of the more Christian centered works I’ve shared have been received. 

Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Anna Rice are the exceptions to the rule. People who have gotten famous; dare I say rich, ‘cause they love to write. 

As I am finding material to go on my blog, I discovered a poem written in the 8th grade. A story written in high school. So have I always wanted to be a writer?

Honestly, my grammar sucks. My sentence structure is deplorable, at best. Sometimes I feel like Salieri in Amadeus. The desire exists but not the talent. Talent (laughable), what talent? When we talk about God given talents, I zone out. Again I ask, what talent?

So what’s a girl to do? Keep praying? Keep trying? Neither? Both? There is no need for me to tell you rejection hurts. On any level. I’m sure you’ve heard it so many times it’s ad nauseam at this point. 

The number of times I’ve cried out to God are uncountable. By me. 

With all of this backstory, I published my first book on Amazon KDP. A book of poetry.  Through all the nerves, rewrites, corrections, God has been holding my hand. 

I’m not going to share with you a link to the book in this post. It’s not about that. It’s about listening to God. Working through the doubt. Trying not to hold onto the rejection. God’s achievement has been 50 years in the making. While I didn’t bill this book as a book of Christian poetry. Only 2 or 3 of them are directly about faith. God is allover it. Working every step of the way. 

Don’t give up on God. He hasn’t given up on you.