“Oh, well,” I sighed, after browsing through the pages of my manuscript, “what I’ve written is good; it’s just not perfect.”
“Well, just rip it up and throw it away.” my husband responded.
We both laughed.
Oh, how I long, “every day and in every way,” to be perfect. I know a day is coming when I my desire for perfection will be realized. Meanwhile, I am learning to be content.
What does that mean for me as a writer? I will not tear up my imperfect manuscript (though, I will edit it to make it as near perfect as I possibly can); I will submit it to a publisher. If it’s rejected I will congratulate myself for having the courage to try. If it’s accepted, I will thank God for the opportunity He’s given me to share a message of value.
