I love being a writer, but lately I’d been
feeling stressed-out, burned-out, just plain bummed-out. So I did the only
thing I knew to do: I asked God to renew my passion for my calling and for my
current WIP. He answered my prayer, but in an interesting way….
Deep down I still appreciated the tremendous
blessing of a two-book contract. But after writing 503 devotionals over the
past 11 months, and knowing that I had 227 more to write over the next 4
months, my initial excitement faded. I started feeling like I didn’t have
anything more to say. And on some days, the more I studied and researched
Scriptures, the more I began to wonder if I understood anything at all.
To add to my confusion, I took four weeks off
to work full-time at a temporary job scoring essays on achievement tests. The
rush of actually getting a regular paycheck made me wonder if I should get a
job at the mall or a bookstore and dabble in writing on the side, especially
while my husband is out of work.
Then I got the news that my two-day-old
grandson had just gone in for emergency surgery. With my daughter, son-in-law,
and granddaughter several hundred miles away from any family, I felt helpless. I
wanted so badly to be there for them, but all I could do was pray—and ask
others to join me. Suddenly nothing else seemed important except prayer.
Little Roman came through the surgery and
quickly recovered. I came through the crisis with a deeper commitment to pray—for
family, for friends, for world events, for God’s will to be done. And when I
returned to giving prayer the priority it deserves, I found that God gave me
renewed passion for my calling.
grateful for the gifts he has loaned me, and for the opportunities to use them
for his glory. But I frequently catch myself daydreaming about that sweet
little face you see on my shoulder in the picture above.
note: Holly and Brandon wanted to express their appreciation to everyone who
prayed for their newborn son’s surgery and for their family during this ordeal.
Thank you so much!