I'd poured my heart onto the pages.
Seven days of devotionals for the week of Christmas – reflecting on
extremely familiar Scripture passages.
My confidence should have been boosted
by the fact the editor had assigned the project to me. But I was
daunted. I procrastinated more than usual. Then came the day I had no
choice but to put my seat in the chair and my fingers on the
keyboard.
As I had trusted would happen, the
words came. For all but one of the devotions. At the end of a long
session the idea finally came. The illustration was deeply personal,
but nothing else seemed to fit. So I took the risk and trusted that
readers would resonate with my vulnerability.
After some polishing I was ready to
send the attachment – a full day ahead of the deadline.
Then came the hard part. On deadline
day, I kept checking my email. When an acknowledgment finally came,
I'm sure the editor thought he responded promptly. As someone who
usually sits in an editor's chair, I knew he had.
But from the writer's chair, time takes
a different perspective. Maybe if I'm assigned another week of
devotions, the theme for those verses will be patience.
