Writers compare rejection notices like veterans compare war wounds. And that’s appropriate, I think. The two are very similar, evidences of battles not necessarily won or lost or even stalemated, but simply fought. Both begin as a bitter pain that seems unendurable but, with hope and God and perseverance, may become points of pride later.
See this? we say. Got that one three years ago. Hurt like hell, too. Doesn’t really bother me much anymore though, except when it rains…
For those of you who might have missed this post the first time around, Rachelle Gardner has been kind enough to repost it for me today on her blog. We both invite you over to read it.
And remember — always try one more time.
