Have you ever felt like God just wasn’t speaking to you? Lately, I’ve felt like I’m floundering in aspects with my fiction writing. I’d submitted a novella to what I felt was the perfect collection for me.
When I received the email that my story hadn’t been picked, I was shocked. (I’ve received rejections before, but I thought this one was what God had been waiting for)
Perplexed, I took it to prayer. Where am I to go from here, God?
No answer. No clear signs or direction. Silence.
I’m still waiting.
When they came to the border of Mysia, they tried to enter Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus would not allow them to. Acts 16:6
This verse took special meaning to me. The disciples wanted to enter Mysia to preach the gospel. I want to write fiction that shows the gospel in story form.
Their hearts were in the right space. They felt they were carrying out what Jesus had lain on them. God has shown and told me before that I am to seek publication for my fiction.
Jesus closed the door to the disciples concerning Mysia. He didn’t tell them why.
Jesus closed the door to my story being accepted for this particular collection. He didn’t tell me why.
I can cling to His earlier promises. I can choose to wait on Him. I can believe that He knows what is best for me. Or I can worry and fret.
I will choose Him. Though I want to hear from Him now and avoid the waiting, He knows best.
In the silence of waiting, we sometimes increase our faith the most.
If you are in a period of waiting, take heart my friend, you’re not alone.
We serve a God who sees us, right where we are. When the time is right and our hearts are ready, He will speak.
Are you waiting with me? What have times of waiting taught you?