I asked for a book that would sell in a flash,
A contract, a cover, and mountains of cash.
But God said, “My child, that’s not quite the plan—
Let’s write something lasting, the best that we can.”
I knocked on a door that was shiny and wide,
But God knew the truth of what waited inside.
He guided me toward a different door,
And there stood the readers he wanted me for.
I prayed “in Jesus’ name” with my list full of dreams,
But God saw the cracks in my glittery schemes.
He gave me instead just the words I should write,
And showed me the value of truth over hype.
Sometimes a closed door is a blessing in disguise,
For God sees the traps that can fool our own eyes.
A no from the Lord may keep me from failure,
And cause my stories to glorify my Savior.
So now when I pray, I don’t simply say, “More.”
I ask, “What’s your vision, Lord? What is this for?”
And when I write stories or craft something new,
I pray that my heart will stay faithful and true.
