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You'd think that, when you have unlimited access to an all-powerful deity who deeply desires to participate in every area of your life, you'd ask Him for help pretty often. For some reason...no. That's not the case. Prayer, for most people (including myself), is more of a last-ditch effort when nothing else has worked.
I was Swiffering the living room when I finally asked God, "What's up with my writer's block?"
God seemed happy to answer. "You've got the theme of your story wrong," He said. "You're trying to write too much about things you don't know about."
"Alright," I said. "How do I fix that?"
"Make the theme isolation instead of parenting."
"Wow. Thanks, God."
"Glad to help."
(This is about the extent of my prayer life, by the way. With the exception of a Psalm every morning and the occasional intercessory plea for someone I care about, my relationship with God consists of extremely casual conversations. Try it some time. You might like it.)
Editing a rough draft is never an easy task. Editing a rough draft while being a full-time college student with three different odd jobs during a global pandemic is pretty hard. But not impossible. Not impossible for one very important reason.
I like to believe that God's the One who got me started on my writing career. That before I was born, when God was outlining the plot for all of humanity and working on the minor characters, he said, "You know what? Let's take this human being right here and make her an author. Yes. This pleases Me."
And you know what God tends not to do? Drop a calling on someone and then run away. Give someone a responsibility and not give them the grace to fulfil it. Of course, we play a pretty big part in that. God is a gentleman. He doesn't do things we're not comfortable with. And if we don't ask Him for help, He's more than willing to keep to the sidelines.
More often than not, we're like toddlers trying to tie our own shoes, stubbornly insisting, "I do it myself!" when our Heavenly Father is more than willing to help us out. That's part of what childlike faith means. We have to lift our sticky faces and say "Help, please," even when it's embarrassing.
And so, hopefully, this spells the end of my writer's block. I'll give writing a whirl tomorrow (I'm going camping this evening) and see how it goes. In the meantime, dear readers, what has God helped you with? Let me know in the comments below! Have a blessed day, and don't forget to drop by our book signing! It's at Kaboodles in Denison, TX this Saturday the 17th.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.