I did something I rarely do last week. I asked for prayer.  A peace-less pit is where I had found myself. In a trench of unanswered prayer filling fast with anxiousness and self-reliant striving to determine my own destiny. Stuffed on top of perpetual pride. Too proud to ask for help, and definitely too proud to ask for prayer. My book proposal had been submitted to 18 publishers six weeks prior. The wait for a “yes,” combined with the trickle in of now nine rejection letters, was ... VIEW POST