After years of hard work, would the dream I labored toward materialize into reality? Many times, I’d been tempted to give up, but each time, God provided what I needed to take the next step forward. Surely now this story would have a happy ending.
But the words on my computer screen didn’t take the narrative I had hoped. Instead, they formed a deeper rut in my path of disappointment.
A tear trickled down my freckled cheek as I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat. Would I ever become a traditionally published children’s author? Or would this dream dance beyond my fingertips, taunting me that my best wasn’t enough—again?
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