The unexpected, unwanted lesson — Learning and letting go

This is a sermon I’ve been writing to myself. It may not apply to you. Just saying…

Silly me. I thought at my advanced age, lessons in life were already learned. I’m old enough now to be the one offering sage advice rather than stressing over just what this lesson is supposed to teach me.

I know better than that really. The road we travel is never guaranteed to be smooth no matter how new or old your vehicle, no matter what season. It is the season of potholes after all.

And the journey we’re on is always guaranteed to teach us something–if only we pay attention to the curves. Interstates are boring after all.

But this one — it was tough. I was blindsided by it and maybe still haven’t recovered. So I’m writing my way through it and trying to see it through a mirror of objectivity, which might be an impossibility since mirrors are reflections of what we ourselves see.

I try to believe the best of everyone. I try to be kind, and in turn, I think others should be kind. I try to deal with those who aren’t on a limited basis. Life is too short to be bothered by unkind people, don’t you think?

In February I took an online writing course. I was looking forward to it and eagerly did the first few assignments. And then…

The instructor sent me back a detailed critique. I wanted critique. Tell me that the scene didn’t work because the dialogue was unrealistic; tell me that there was too much description, not enough description, whatever specific critical analysis you’ve got. But don’t say general ugly words. When I read them, I was stunned. They had no purpose except to insult. I read them again. I was not only astonished that an instructor would write such things to a student, I was crushed.

eat your wordsI know that I should not care what some unknown person wrote to me under the guise of criticism. But I did.

Suddenly I doubted whether I should even be writing. I had been praying for answers as to whether I should continue writing this already-overlong piece of fiction; perhaps this was the answer? I put down my pen and unplugged my keyboard. I didn’t open WordPress. I didn’t open Scrivener. Instead of writing on a blog, a fiction project, and a non-fiction project, I wrote nothing.

And during this six weeks of quiet, I rediscovered that I do need to write. The writing may never turn into a novel. It may never be published. Yet whatever our creative outlets are–writing, art, music, storytelling, sewing, gardening, woodworking–they are neglected at peril to our own well-being.

I have been trying to banish the fear and ugliness that instructor dumped on me. I don’t know why the words were so unpleasant, but I have used prayer to try to forget them.  It isn’t easy for me to let things go; I’m a dweller. I dwell on what I should abandon and leave behind. Conveniently, the sermons at church these past few weeks have been walking us through the book of James, and I have listened with my heart to his apt words:

Consider it pure joy my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.  –James 1:2-4 (NIV)

Trials of many kinds. That means trials of all sizes and extents — from the huge life-altering events to the smaller every-day grouches that throw off one’s plans for the hour, day, or week. And please note what perseverance does — it makes us mature and complete, not lacking anything. What would be without trials?  Spoiled children, selfish and demanding, lacking character and wisdom. In just a few more verses, James tells us what will happen when we do persevere:

Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him. — James 1:12 (NIV)

Having passed the test by not giving up, brings us God’s approval; not necessarily human approval, because human approval passes away with the seasons. It’s your fifteen minutes of fame, and pretty much only serves your pride; God’s view of our perseverance is like snow on daffodils– they droop in the snow, but when the sun comes out they stand taller and appear more golden than ever before. (Yes, there’s been a lot of snow on daffodils around here lately.)

That brings me to human approval. I’m guilty of wanting it. I’m guilty of being very unhappy when there is discord between humans I am close to. Heck, I’m even guilty of disliking it when people I don’t like dislike me. Or something I’ve done. Or something I’ve written.

But we can’t allow meanness or unkindness to win, and by dwelling on it, or taking it too seriously, we allow it too much power over our lives. By listening to churlish words, I allowed my own confidence to be shaken. I gave those words power.

Yet the truth is that words do have power, and if we read further in the book of James, he tells us that:

the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. — James 3:5-8 (NIV)

James doesn’t mince words. Our tongues are small, but vile, and cannot be controlled; he compares our tongues to a fire that can set the entire forest ablaze. We’ve all set wildfires with words; just because I was on the burnt end this time, doesn’t mean I can forget the times when I lit the match.

There are several lessons here.

1) Don’t let others’ words or actions derail you from your own goals or make you lose confidence. Be not afraid.

2) Don’t dwell on it; move on. Know that your perseverance will bring you maturity and strength.

3) Aim to please God, not humans. Forgive the imperfect humans that surround you, for you too, are imperfect.

4) There will always be curves ahead and potholes in the road, no matter what season. This journey is a pilgrimage and the way we travel is the substance of our lives. The words we say, the kindnesses we do, the love we show–that’s what counts. Those potholes will always be there — the significance is in how we deal with them.

5) Pray. We aren’t meant to drive off into the sunset alone. 

29 thoughts on “The unexpected, unwanted lesson — Learning and letting go

  1. Welcome back, Carol. I have missed your writing. Along with you, I have found the recent sermons just what I need to hear for many reasons. Thank you for overcoming and persevering, and finding your way back to writing.


    • Well, as one who looked forward every week to your posting chapters of the book on your blog, I have to disagree with the critic. I am glad that God has allowed you to work through the criticisms for His glory in your life but the critic is a yahoo!!! (He said humbly.)


  2. Oh, and perhaps another lesson: turn that black-hearted son of a bitch in to the educational establishment that offered the course. Whatever his/her objective, the method was poisonously erroneous. Do your best that this won’t happen to others.

    Oh, and I’m glad you’re back.


  3. I enjoyed reading this sermon. There are many parallels to my own journey of writing on WordPress. I’ve decided that the day God calls me home, will be the day that I stop learning in this life. Your comment on my recent poem was really appreciated. Thanks for sharing your insights on sharing kind words and how to respond to unkind people. Some people seem to go out of their way just to be mean. This is something I will never understand.


  4. I’m sorry this happened. But I am glad you have come to the wisdom that you need to write for you more than you need to write for others. I think that is part of following God’s plan. Why you think you write and why you are really called to write…not always the same reason and not always ours to know.

    Welcome back and well done, brave sister.


    • Not always ours to know—wise words. We were just talking about mysteries today. How we want to know it all — and get frustrated when we don’t. Thanks for your wise and kind words. ❤️


  5. Don’t stop writing!! I know your words come straight from your heart. Does the opinion of one person make that much difference? I think not, my friend! Write on!!


  6. And I agree you should tactfully and appropriately write an evaluation whether he sends you one or not. There has to be a supervisor somewhere.


    • I didn’t respond earlier because I didn’t want it to seem like I couldn’t take criticism or was defensive. I suppose I could just quote what was said and let it be from there. It sure was a hundred bucks down the drain. 😆


  7. I wondered where you were!! I have missed you! Your words are your own and I think they are beautiful! I am glad you are finding your way back.

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  8. This is a wonderful, honest, and inspiring post; and I can relate completely to the experience. KEEP AT THAT NOVEL! There are plenty of skilled readers who can help you constructively, without rancor and food for their own egos.


  9. James 4:5-6: “Does the Spirit which has taken his abode in us desire enviously? But he gives more grace”. There is grace for all of the pathway, – and perhaps that is what your critic needs too!


  10. What a lovely, inspiring, encouraging, thoughtful post grew out of the mean words of someone who doesn’t deserve the title of instructor. I taught writing and took writing courses for many years, and the best teachers I knew were always positive in tone and provided helpful, specific feedback without demeaning students. I’m sorry you had that experience, but I love the thoughtful post it motivated.


    • Thank you. I’ve taken two other writing classes online and in both cases the instructors were very clear that anyone who commented was to only write words that you yourself would want to hear. I guess that’s what I expected and one reason I was so dumbfounded. Thank you for the kind words. 😀


  11. I am always baffled by those who are so mean-spirited. I, for one, love your writing and I know how smart you truly are. I have missed your insightful blogs and am so glad to see you back. Do not give that “instructor” another thought. Not worth your time or energy.

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  12. I am so sorry that someone else’s insecurities and ego led them to try and destroy your work.
    I rejoice (and am amazed by) in your lessons. These tips are ones I needed to “hear,” thank you!


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