My ninth-grade English teacher told my class to write a one-page story, so I wrote a science fiction story about a man who was marooned on the moon. In the first-person perspective, the main character was the one telling the story. To be unusually creative, at the end of my story, I wrote: I died.
The teacher had us exchange papers, read the story by the person seated next to us, and give it our grade. I received an “A,” confirmation that I was a great storyteller. Then the teacher collected all the papers.
The next morning, the teacher held one paper up for everyone to see. An example of great writing, no doubt. Whose paper was it? “Never in my life,” she said, “have I seen anybody write something this stupid.” The problem was the ending where the hero, the narrator of the story, had died.
Then I recognized my writing and saw the circled red “F” at the top.
For the next thirty years, I wrote out of necessity, never out of pleasure. But then one day, I felt the Lord urging me to write. After that, the writing that I had hated more than anything else soon became the greatest love of my life.
What did I learn from that experience?
When we recognize rejection as part of God’s plan, we can embrace it as an important step to victories greater than we had ever dreamed.
When we love God and are writing to fulfill his purpose, we know that all rejections work for good. — Roman 8:28 paraphrase