Life sometimes presses in on us, full of the mundane that must be accomplished before we’re free to roam where we wish. I have so many words longing to find access, but they are pressed into hiding… until someday.
A few days ago I got word that one of my stories had made the cut and was a finalist in a writing contest. In the midst of the busyness here, I’d forgotten all about submitting there, but, as you can imagine, the email thrilled me. (The comments on story number two, which was closer to my heart, were less happy.)
And then yesterday…was it yesterday? I think so…I returned home to find that both of those stories were semi-finalists in another contest. Of course, I’m up against seventeen other writers (or maybe that’s sixteen), many of whom probably write much more to the specs than I do.
So, to me and to all those other finalists and semi-finalists in both contests: May we each glean from this what we ought. May the one who most needs to win do so. May the one most deserving of accolades receive them. And may the rest of us find so much pleasure in the process that nothing else matters.
Please, Lord, make that so for me. Let the doing suffice… and help me grow in the process.
Yes!
And amen, Nicole!