Friday, May 18, 2018

Fridays from the Archives - Rejections


God's blessings never cease to amaze and inspire me. Looking back over the last 8 years, and seeing where each step has brought me. Of course, it wasn't all easy breezy, but knowing that the Lord brought me to the right place in HIS time, nothing gets better than that.

Original post published on 2/4/2010

Yesterday morning, I received what every author dreads: a rejection. And this isn't your run-of-the-mill, "Thanks, but after reading the proposal, it's not what we're looking for." This comes after a year of encouragement, of high praise, and of a statement that they wanted it and would have a letter of intent to me "soon."

"Soon" somehow became, "sorry." Which makes Roseanna go "sigh" and "sniffle" and even a short "sob" before I get a grip on myself.

I'm an old friend with rejection. I've been submitting manuscripts since I was fourteen years old, so I've obviously gotten my fair share. Everything from the boiler-plate "thanks but no thanks" letters to some very personal, very encouraging apologies. That's what this one was. The editor loved the story and wants to work with me, but their line's going in a different direction. I understand that. Really I do. And I appreciate that she offered to talk with me about coming up with another idea.

But that doesn't make it any easier, you know? For a year, my hopes have been so high on this project. I really, truly believed that this was my "given," that the encouragement meant I could count on it. But when an optimist like me gets news like this . . . well, there's some deflation. There's a headache. There's some glumness in a royal shade of blue.

And there's a question of, "What was the point of this, Lord? I know You have a purpose for me, for every bump, for every bruise. I know there's a reason this was dragged out so long only to end in a disheartening 'no.' So if You could just let me know what that is . . . ?"

There's no magic cure for disappointment, no Band-aid you can put on it, no steps you can follow to put it neatly behind you and keep plugging away. But still, I woke up today feeling okay. Happy, even. Because yesterday I saw the true mettle of the people I love. My friends not only rallied around me with cheer and encouragement and lots of, "You're too talented not to get picked up soon by a big house!" they had me laughing. They had the optimist in me quickly resurging.

My hubby and I ended up going out for a much-needed date last night, too, and talking to him is always a balm on my soul. I ended my day yesterday knowing that even if life makes us cry now and then, we serve a God who dries our tears. So thank you, Lord, for wrapping your arms around me. And thank you, my awesome friends, for being those arms.


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