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I received a rejection letter today.

Before you feel the need to comfort me, please know that I'm completely fine.

A while back I learned that (in)Courage was accepting submissions for blog posts to be used on their site. It needed to be something original that had not been previously published and it should fit the tone for the site and the theme for the time frame it would be published.

I immediately wanted to submit something. I wanted honest feedback about my writing from someone who doesn't already love me or like me or feel connected to me in some way. But I decided that I was not going to submit anything unless I felt prompted by God to do it. I wasn't going to force it. (On a side, but relevant, note I'm actually not sure if I stuck to this decision. I'm still asking God to open my eyes to blindness and He may reveal to me that I didn't wait for Him at all...that I jumped ahead in my own timing instead of His.)

So one night I sat down and wrote something. It wasn't phenomenal but I felt the push to submit it, so I did. I felt totally okay at the thought of receiving a rejection. If they used it, cool. If not, cool. Either way I totally trusted that God would use it for my good. And I believe that is true.

I struggle frequently with feeling like I don't have anything valuable to offer the world. But as my faith is growing and my ability to refute Satan's lies grows I recognize that I do have something to offer. God's power is made perfect in weakness.  So I write this blog as my "yes to God". I write this blog out of faith. Faith that God exists, that I matter to Him and that He has the power to heal me and change me from the inside out. Faith that I truly am fearfully and wonderfully made. And that I have a place in His body. Not because I'M awesome, but because HE IS.

Someone recently asked me what my blogging goals are and the only thing I could think to say was "to use the measure of talent that God has given me for His glory".

I'm not saying that to make myself seem more spiritual than I am. I'm saying that to reinforce to myself and to anyone reading this that this blog and anything I write is for Him. It's because I believe He gave me any talent that I have. Out of all the things in my life, writing has been the thing I've (in)consistently done because it feels like a calling. I feel compelled to do it.

Maybe there's something He wants me to learn from this. Maybe at some point I'll decide that I'm just really not good at this and that it really isn't what I should be doing. But that's okay. Because I want to be doing what HE wants me to be doing.

I'm not comparing myself to anyone else. At least I'm trying not to. I do sometimes, it's something I struggle with. But best case scenario, I'm not comparing myself to anyone else. Because God's not. He's the one I'm here for. I'm here because I'm doing a little planting and a little watering (at different times, obviously...I'm not saying I can do both Paul and Apollos's jobs) but God will always give the increase. It will never be my writing ability that will give the increase. It's always God. It's only by His power.
I'm going to write because as far as I can tell, that's what He's called me to. Maybe at some point I'll realize that I made a mistake in thinking that. Maybe I'll be embarrassed that I ever had the nerve to hit publish. But I'm going to do it anyway, because I trust God. And I'm offering what I have to Him. It isn't much but it's what I have.

My God is good. And His grace is sufficient. And that kind of makes me want to dance and sing. :) Be glad that's NOT what He's called me to!!! :)


  1. Hi Hannah! Thank you so much for submitting a post, and for the enormous amount of grace you share in your words here. So love the way your heart is just for Him, and girl - you absolutely have something valuable to offer the world. Thank you for offering it right here, heart and soul.
    Anna Rendell
    Social Media at (in)courage

    1. Wow! Thank you for taking the time to read this. And thank you for your kindness and words of encouragement!

  2. Hi, Hannah! I just love that you "stepped out of the boat" and did something so brave--like submitting your words to another site. That is a really hard thing to do! And I so admire that!

    I love what you wrote here too -- that writing feels like a calling. I completely agree. Writing is a calling. And it's the reason you feel compelled to write. You have so much to share! Keep writing! Keep going! I believe in you!

    Denise Hughes
    Editor at (in)courage

    1. Thank you for saying that Denise! How encouraging. I appreciate your taking time to read what I've written! Thank you!

  3. Hannah, I just wanted to pop in and say thank you. Thank you for being brave to share your story with us, because it was such an honor to read. I wanted to tell you that there was a specific line in your post that stood out to me, that showed up in front of me just when God knew I would need the reminder: "We all have something to offer to His Kingdom and for His Glory. Some plant, some water but God always gives the increase."

    Keep doing what God has called you to do, friend. Publish that post here, because it will be a blessing to your tribe. And never forget that "no" doesn't mean "never" - sometimes it's just God's way of saying "not right now." And we are FOR you! 'll be looking for your name again in September ;)

    Crystal Stine
    Editorial & Marketing Manager

    1. Wow. Thank you for taking the time to read my submission and this post!

      You're right. I am using this as a spring board to get some education to improve my craft. God is good! All in His time!

  4. Well done! I'm with you in that I get tripped up every time I lose sight of Who I'm writing for. 9 views or 900 (which is a dream!), only one really matters.

  5. Very well said. Have you looked into Internet Cafe Devotions? I am a contributor for them, it is an extraordinary group of writers. I think you would be a good fit.

    1. I haven't heard of that but I will check it out. Thank you for the suggestion!

  6. I feel that same uselessness. I often ask myself, "does this really need to be said?" I love what you say here: "But I'm going to do it anyway, because I trust God. And I'm offering what I have to Him. It isn't much but it's what I have." So, be encouraged that what you had to say needed to be said! #FTL hugs, sister!

    1. Thank you for that encouragement! Satan is really good at whispering his lies so that they sound incredibly convincing! Thank God for His truth!


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