Wise Lord Jesus, you have given us various portions of imagination and skill, and we have worked diligently to produce our manuscripts. Now the days are counting down to the opportunity of conference, and we are thrilled that you have prepared ways for us to attend.
The opportunity brings a different level of work. Some of us have completed its chores often, and for some this is a thing they’ve never faced before. You give us the common dream of publication and awe that we can have a tiny part of the work that sends out your words, which do not go out in vain.
It all makes us tremble, and we ask your forgiveness when doubt erodes our calm. Whether we’re waiting on your timing for our first novel or the next of many, it is so difficult to hone down the thousands of vibrant words that make our tales into concise, memorable paragraphs for a one sheet, or that single pitch sentence. Sometimes we despair. Still our racing minds to hear your urging.
We cling to the proverbs of iron sharpening iron, and finding wisdom in many advisers, but we can so easily be overwhelmed when our call for fresh opinion brings more contradicting responses than we could foresee. Remind us moment by moment that your Spirit is our bottomless overflowing spring, where we can draw the words that will fulfill your purposes for each manuscript. Help us to recognize when to set the effort aside because it’s time to rest in your provision for us and our stories.
In the end, Lord, help us to fully enjoy the experience of gathering together as a body of writers to give praise for what you are accomplishing. We long to be found ready, in season and out of season, and to one day hear you say: “Well done, good and faithful servant.”