(I'm an impetuous person, this isn't a new lesson, I'm afraid)
The pity party that followed helped me see something. If my own life had just one mistake, like the manuscript I sent, I'd be doing pretty good. The truth is, my "agent" has already agreed to publish my name in the Book of Life. And that manuscript (my life) is loaded with mistakes, coffee stains, mustard blobs, hideous grammar, misspellings and faux pas. He overlooks them all.
He is the best critique partner. In fact, he bled all over my work and now it's perfect. Put that in your book!
Thank-you, Jesus, for agreeing to be my agent. For coaching me. For correcting my mistakes before they go to the publisher. And He charged me no commission.
Do you ever make mistakes? (and do you think this agent will overlook mine?)