But then a friend posted something that gave me hope: “God’s ‘no’ is not a rejection, but a redirection.” I took great comfort in that. Then another writer friend sent this:
Although I’m deeply troubled this moment by my failure to become the writer I dreamed of being, it appears that others by some divine intuition felt driven to post those words of comfort. Neither knew of my disappointment and feelings of failure. Now I must heed those words. The writer’s voice inside me urges me to silence my self doubt. I can’t stop. I just can’t.