Last week was a rough week for me. I got strep throat, had my period, and faced my fears by committing to look for an agent to publish my WIP. And during all this I was changing my anxiety medication, which resulted in some emotional upheaval to boot. (don't worry, I am working closely with my doctor).
And then, today, I read this. And I think about how blessed I am - that I can call a doctor and play with my medications, that I can get in to see a doctor immediately and get antibiotics, that there are never gunshots in my neighborhood (although there are gunshots in other Raleigh neighborhoods).
Kerry Smith is taking God-sized leaps of faith and I'm whining about how scary it is to find an agent.
2 comments:
For you, writing is your leap of faith. It IS scary to find an agent.
It's not fair to compare one thing to the other. You, my friend, are a pastor... an enormous leap of faith that I would/could/should never do.
Every challenge is different. It's what you get out of the challenge that makes the person. You, my love, are an amazing person... although I wish you would come visit me.
I love you.
:) I love you too!
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