God’s timing is
perfect.
That was something I
tried to believe as year after year, rejection after rejection piled up. You
see, I had decided that I wanted to write a historical romance with a strong
faith message for the secular market. It seemed like a great plan. After all, I
would honor God by reaching out to those who needed to hear the Good News.
God, on the other
hand, had different plans. Fifteen years (and 151 rejections) later, I finally let
go of my stubborn plan and accepted His leading to write for the Christian
fiction market. That’s when He opened doors. In 2010, Soaring Home, was published by Steeple Hill (now Love Inspired).
Eleven more Love Inspired Historical novels (and three with Revell) followed in
the next seven years, culminating with Would-Be
Mistletoe Wife this month.
At the time I turned
in this latest manuscript, I didn’t know that the Love Inspired Historical line
would close. The letter announcing the closure stunned me. I felt like a boat set
adrift with no idea where to go next.
God’s timing is
perfect.
He knew that a time
of refreshment and renewal was needed. The years of multiple books per year had
taken a toll on family. So God cleared the slate. No contracts. No deadlines.
Just time to strengthen relationships and refill the well of creativity.
God’s timing is
perfect.
Though no small part
of me wanted to leap at the first possibility that presented itself, I felt His
nudge to wait. He would provide the story at
the right time. Moreover, when that kernel of an idea arrived, I wasn’t
supposed to run ahead, racing through my ideas and setting impossible
deadlines. I was supposed to linger with Him.
You see, this time
we would do a project together. No guarantees it would sell. No guarantees the
story would come easily or quickly. Maybe, just maybe, this story would only be
between the two of us. I had to accept those terms before going forward.
Surrender. Not an easy concept for a woman who gripped control with two tight
fists, but a necessary one.
So I’m letting go.
Daily. And waiting as the story gradually takes shape. No timelines. Just God’s
time.
And the certainty
that His timing is perfect.