But it kind of stopped me in my tracks.
I wasn’t really thinking that my novel would be as big as The Help. I mean, that would be awesome . . . kind of. But I’m not expecting it. Or even really hoping for it. I’ve mostly been praying that my book would reach the people who need to read it. After all, the most important works of art usually aren’t overnight sensations. But this article really checked my priorities.
Kathryn Stockett’s eleven-year marriage came to an amicable end.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want professional success at the cost of my marriage or my children.
This is my prayer:
On the days I’m trying to figure out how to fit book promotion into this life when my kids are screaming for attention, please remind me that they’re only little for a few moments. And those moments shape their forever.
And when I’m tempted to let writing and marketing take over all my weekends and evenings while pushing aside the man who’s stood beside me all this time, remind me that he was here before. He loves me even though I’m nothing and he’s been my rock through this whole journey.
Don’t let me forget that all I have is this moment and I need to work hard at the task before me . . . often that task is related to my career, but more often it has to do with one of those three faces I love most in this world.
I only want this God’s way.
After reading that interview, I remember why.
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