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We writers left St. Davids Christian Writers’ Conference
Sunday to return to our “real lives.” Even the best writers’ conference in the
nation can have both a positive and negative effect. On the one hand, it’s the
place where you first believe, “I’m a writer.” On the other hand, it’s the
place where you may fear, “I’m not a good enough writer.”
Where better to experience irony than a conference for
writers?
The conference bookstore sells books written by more
successful writers. The workshop leaders boast long lists of publishing
credits. It’s necessary for their credibility, but it can make ordinary
conferees feel inadequate.
Peninnah appears in the biblical book of 1 Samuel. She was
the other wife of Hannah’s husband, Elkanah. Peninnah had children, while
Hannah had none. Elkanah loved Hannah in spite of her barrenness, but had no
problem reproducing with Peninnah, although he didn’t love her.
More irony.
In that era, around 1000 B.C.E., having no babies was worse
than attending a writers’ conference with no publications or prospects. Peninnah
stuck it to Hannah whenever she could. “Because the Lord had closed Hannah’s womb, her rival kept provoking her in order to
irritate her. This went on year after year. Whenever
Hannah went up to the house of the Lord, her rival
provoked her till she wept and would not eat.” (1 Samuel 1:6 – 7, NIV)
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Peninnah probably recited the names of her
children like top selling titles on Amazon.com.
She intentionally wounded Hannah, and
it doesn’t take a psychiatrist to figure out why. However, there are many unintentional
Peninnahs out there, just being their sparkly selves, and living their spectacular
lives, holding no ill will against us, but we Hannahs still bleed. We fear
we’ll never have what they have.
One writer friend, Elle Love, who couldn’t come to
conference, wrote this poem while we were away:
DIM
I want to be
a light of the world,
but others shine
much brighter.
I am almost
invisible.
Do I make a difference
in the darkness?
Or will I always be
insignificant?
I want to be
a light of the world,
but others shine
much brighter.
I am almost
invisible.
Do I make a difference
in the darkness?
Or will I always be
insignificant?
When I read it, I remembered a similar
poem I’d written years earlier. It wasn’t in any folder on my current laptop.
Elle prayed and I found a print copy of the poem, packrat that I am.
INVISIBLE
A taper flickering
Unseen by the noonday sun.
Unseen by the noonday sun.
A voice wavering
Unheard by the fanfare.
Unheard by the fanfare.
A lone syllable
Unread by the sonnet.
Unread by the sonnet.
A crust of bread
Untasted by the feast.
Untasted by the feast.
Insignificant to all
But God.
But God.
When we feel this way, a pep
talk probably won’t help. We heard lots of those at conference. We might
need a good cry. And a good pray. Like Hannah. “In her
deep anguish Hannah prayed to the Lord, weeping
bitterly.” (1 Samuel 1:10)
Hannah’s happy ending came when God
answered her prayer for a son. She even wrote
a poem about it, found in 1 Samuel 2:1 – 10. In addition to her firstborn,
Samuel, Hannah received three more sons and two daughters.
My beloved, cherished fellow writers, I wish we all could
see ourselves as God sees us and believe in the success he has for us, whatever
that looks like. Please keep sowing your words and water them with your tears
and your prayers.
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