Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Okay. So I really didn't cry.
But I felt like it for a passing moment.
I finished day three of my new job as a social worker. I haven't done it in seven years. Nursing homes are busy places and trying to jump in and learn can be a little overwhelming. Especially to someone who is used to staying at home and doing whatever she wants, when she wants and how she wants.
But I took a deep breath and prayed.
Soon a woman smiled at me and asked me how it was going so far. Another employee asked me the same question five minutes later.
Support and Prayer.
Where would we be without it? Where would we be as writers without it? Especially when those rejections roll in, or the brain freezes, or when we want to give up.
When was the last time you stopped in the middle of your writing and just prayed for the help to get through it?
Do you remember the feeling?