I don’t know what else to call this. It’s a day late, which is kind of the story of my life. I’ve dreamt of being late to work, late to school, late to church––for many years. I also feel I’ve been “late” to life, although I was a preemie. I should have been born in September, but apparently, I couldn’t wait, and entered the world in August. #blogpost #lateinlife But ever since, my life feels “late.”
I feel rudderless. I’ve poured my heart and soul into writing, and I’m getting nowhere with it. Rejections, and contest losses are all I there is to show for it. I’m at an age where I can’t wait another 5-10 years to see if writing is something God will bless. Maybe I should switch back to non-fiction writing, and just maintain this blog. I could continue to share what others have written about writing fiction. I could go into detail about my “story.” We’ll see.
None of us are guaranteed another day, week, or month of our lives, let alone another year, five years, ten or more. The recent deaths of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds shows us that. We never know when our lives will end. That’s one reason I can’t wait.
Since I believe God is in control of my life, I believe He allowed everything that happened this year…the rejections, the contest losses, the chapter folding, etc. I’m not happy about it. Not in the least. But I decided a long time ago, to follow Him no matter what. He tests my commitment constantly.
One nice thing happened this year, a restoration of sorts to “ministry.” I had some good trips and fellowship this year, also.
I don’t know what the future holds, I wish I did. Seeking God’s direction for my life. All I know is that I’m older, and it’s so much harder to “wait.” I understand my aged mother a lot better than I did while she was alive. She had a hard time waiting at the doctor’s office.
One thing I know though: we’re to keep going. Not always easy, but we plod along.
Here’s hoping you have a very Happy New Year! May God bless you in every way in the coming year. Thank you for reading this blog.