What if self doubt didn’t have the final say? I wondered as my fingers hovered over the mouse board, dancing with the idea of attending my first writer’s conference. My husband and usual sounding board was away on a business trip, so I sat there for ten minutes having an inner monologue. Finally, I took the leap.
I clicked the register button. Phew! It’s done. Feelings of excitement mixed with nervousness washed over me, and I rode on the high of that combination until the following weekend.
Immediately after opening my eyes and springing forward into Daylight Savings, the uncertainty seeped in. Did I honestly say that I want to meet with a publisher? I’ve never written a book proposal before. I have no list of accolades to add to a query or to present at this meeting. I don’t have 20k + Twitter followers. Who am I to think these people would choose me out of the hundreds looking for a book deal?
At that moment, I felt like Gideon could have been my brother. God had given me confirmation before. I was brainstorming ideas for a book, had a “light bulb” moment, and prayed asking for validation of the road He wanted me to take. He provided. And here I was asking for further proof. Another push.
My devotion that afternoon led me to these verses from Job 42. “I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted.” As the tears welled in my eyes, I thanked God yet again for his mercy. His patience with me, even when my faith is as tiny as a mustard seed.
I know my future meeting with a publisher may end with a rejection letter. And quite possibly another may follow. But I also know this: I would rather try and fail than spend my life wondering what could have been possible if I went for it. If I went after that dream.
God placed it deep within my heart so many years ago. It’s been molded and etched and pressed upon until I finally realized.
It’s all for Him.