It’s easily been one of the toughest, and most exciting, weeks of my life. A week filled with tears and smiles, absolute highs and crushing lows, moments of abundant peace and waves of anxiety I’ve never felt before.
Learning to go wide as an author in a matter of days is no easy feat.
But God has been so, so good to me. Every time I find myself teetering on the edge of the cliff, He pulls me back. He reminds me to praise Him--even when I don’t know what the outcome will be.
And honestly, it’s something He’s been working on in me for a few years now.
When I first walked away from writing dark romance, I knew there might come a time when God would ask me to give up writing completely--or at least, give up being an author.
That thought was a bitter pill to swallow. And I rebelled, hard. I refused. I bargained.
But once again, He brought me to a place where I had to see that writing—like everything else—is something He can take away in an instant.
And if He did… what then?
Would I be angry with Him?
Would I walk away?
Would I trust Him and believe He still had something better for me?
It all sounds so easy in theory—until you’re standing in the valley, facing the possibility of losing something you thought was your life’s purpose.
Would you still praise God, even there?
I promised Him that I would.
Scripture says that God tests our hearts, he refines us and tests our obedience. I believe that He will always do what He has to do, to keep my humble, to keep me aligned with Him, His purpose and His will.
And I pray every day that I will never make an idol out of my author career again.
Because God is bigger than all of this -- and for that, I'm thankful.