I’ve been in a wicked battle. I have prayed and committed myself to whatever the Lord has determined for my next steps. He has provided and opened doors to allow me to receive incredible teaching and guidance for ministry. He has given the gift of time with my recent layoff from my job. Yet, I have had no words.
Next month, I am attending She Speaks, a conference for women led to do more with speaking and/or writing ministries. The Lord’s provision was so abundantly clear that I knew I was supposed to go. One of the offerings at the conference is the opportunity to pitch your book idea to publishing houses. This requires an idea and a thorough proposal. As much as I have prayed and tried to put it together, the words just have not come. With only weeks left before the conference, I was beginning to panic a little.
One day last week, I woke up with that same panicky feeling about the book proposal. My days have been filling up with everything but writing. As I peeked at my messages and texts that morning, one of them mentioned Psalm 102. I went to my Bible and read it. The words of verse 18 jumped off the page and grabbed my full attention.