Agents are amazing people. They hold our work, indeed it feels like our life, in their hands. With a few clicks on the keyboard, they can send us jumping out of our seats and leaping over buildings. Or they can set us at our deepest point of despair in the basement of our hearts. So many times I question my Savior. "Why God," I ask, "did you make them so? They are on a pedestal I can't reach. Will I ever be good enough in their eyes?"
As I sit in my chair, I hear the voice that speaks in its quietest form to my soul. "You do not write for them. They are only a tool I use to help you along. You write for me."
I shudder at the sound of the Spirit.
He continues. "Accept their rejection as a time to grow and learn."
"But they've discarded my work. So many hours, even years, I spent on it."
"Grow and learn."
My head shakes. "How can I? I've denied family and friends and time for this dream. And it has come to nothing."
"Trust me. I have a plan for you."
I want to say it's too hard, I can't go on.
"I will give you strength. I will guide you to the right one for you. Just keep writing. Keep working. You're doing it for me."
Tears wet my cheeks. I can't give up the purpose I am called to do. I must move forward. "Yes, Spirit. Help me to keep going. Encourage me."
That day will come when we get the email or call, but only if we yield to the Spirit to grow and learn and improve. We must do this work of writing with all our might. Continue the work in season and out of season to be worthy of the call. And, we must remember we're doing this for our Savior.