Several months and many drafts ago I attended a writers conference where an agent said to me “It’s good, but it’s not good enough. Not interested.” I managed to keep a smile on for the rest of the conversation. Then I hightailed it out of the reception and burst into tears.
Rejection hurts. Really bad. This was not the first time I’d felt it. I’d been rejected by boys, my dream college, and kids at school.
In high school, I didn’t handle it well. To keep from getting rejected, I shut myself off. They couldn’t reject me if I didn’t give them anything to reject, right? It took me three years before I realized how lonely I was, and by that time a lot of damage had been done.
I’m begging you to not do what I did. It was miserable. And it took me years to unlearn those bad habits.
So this time when the rejection hit me like a punch in the gut, I prayed and I called my husband–for you, this should be someone you trust, who puts God first. I didn’t deal with my pain alone. At the end of our conversation, though I still felt raw, I went back out there and had a wonderful week. That agent’s rejection humbled me and opened me up to learn the lessons God had planned for that conference. And now my book is better than I could have dreamed back then.
If you need to talk about rejection, I’m here for you. Shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment so we can gather around and show our support. Remember, with each rejection God is teaching you something, but so often you need another pair of eyes to see it.