"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot."
Last Thursday evening, my husband, Danny, helps me to cut and paste all the separate chapters of Redemption, my second novel in the Adventures in The Glade series, and I giddily and gladly send it to my publisher and to some kind authors who have agreed to review it. Oh, what a relief! My computer and I have been joined at the hip for two straight months now in the attempt to complete Book 3 so I can see where Book 2 needs to end. My mood, as you can well imagine, is celebratory and carefree. I find myself mentally indulging in the promise of all the activities I have foregone over these last months because of the writing, and I go to sleep anticipating a rewarding day ahead.
I could not have been more deluded.
I wake that Friday morning feeling out-of-sorts and at loose ends. My thoughts are scattered, and I have trouble focusing on any task at hand. Nothing, not even reading, appeals to me. It is as if my very purpose in life is being called into question. Yesterday, it was all salty goodness. Today? I'm as bland as a matzo cracker.
"I know what's wrong with you," Danny, ever observant, remarks.
"What?" I ask morosely.
"You're missing your friends in The Glade," he says.
Bingo! I begin to tear up. Yes, I've sent off Book 2, completed Book 3 all except for editing, and I don't want the adventures to end. I am immersed in that grief we feel when our children, now grown, leave home for good. I feel like I've watched my "Davy" walk away when I wasn't emotionally ready to let him go.
But it is time. Past time. Friends and family have been asking me for months when Redemption would be released. They won't have to wait much longer.
And I find solace in this probability: I have a fourth book already gelling for the Adventures in The Glade. Will my time with my beloved characters end after that? Somehow, I don't think so. Whether or not a Book 5 is ever penned, they will live on in my heart, for they have touched me deeply and profoundly, and have seasoned my soul with gladness.
They are the salt of my earth.
Have you ever become so attached to a creative project that it was difficult to let it go?
Prayer: Father, may we live up to Jesus' proclamation that we who follow Him are the salt of the earth, and may we, through the Holy Spirit, flavor a broken and hopeless world with Your light and love. It is in Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.