There’s Only One King of the Hill

Kids Playing in the DirtIt couldn’t have been more than a few yards of black gumbo dirt, but it was prime real estate in our grade school perspective. The Hill sat on the playground of a now defunct country school once known as Briarfield South. Perched on the side of a drainage ditch that ran alongside a cotton field, The Hill doled out dirty jeans and scraped knees to all comers and transitory crowns to a select few who managed to make it to the summit.

Reaching the top meant one had successfully outmaneuvered the opposition. This was quite a feat and one to be fully celebrated, for the moment of glory was destined to be short-lived. No resting on your laurels. If the recess bell didn’t require you to surrender your throne, there was always another valiant warrior headed your way who was bent on taking you down.

Memories of The Hill have me thinking about Writing World. Sometimes, when I’m surrounded by other authors at a book festival or similar public event, I’m tempted to check out the knees of my fellow wordsmiths who have made it up the rugged publishing hill. We all know that here in Publisher Land, you’re only as successful as your last book. The next contract rests on your latest sales numbers. If getting published is an uphill climb, staying published can be like writing on a tight rope without a net. Let me be clear. If I’m not diligent to keep this thing surrendered to the Lord I can succumb to the anxiety just as often and just as quickly as my peers who make no claims of following Jesus.

The uncertainty of Publisher Land is just one more reason to be grateful for the solid rock beneath my spiritual feet. It’s such a welcome relief to rest on the One who has fully saved and fully accepted me. Hebrews 7:25 reads, “Therefore, because he always lives to intercede for them, he is able to save completely those who come to God through him.”

The blessed news is that I’m not on a continual evaluation with my God. Oh, He’s still working on me and with me, (the high dollar word for that process is sanctification), and He’ll keep working on me until He presents me before His Father and mine, redeemed and glorified. But I don’t have to fight and scratch to hold onto my place in His heart and neither do you! Our work is to keep Him in His rightful place in ours.

Hugs,
Shellie

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About Shellie Rushing Tomlinson

Known as The Belle of All Things Southern, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson is a national best-selling author, speaker, radio host and newspaper columnist. Shellie’s last nonfiction humor title from Penguin Group USA, "Sue Ellen's Girl Ain't Fat, She Just Weighs Heavy" came out with a hearty endorsement from legendary comedian Jeff Foxworthy, a blurb Shellie adamantly denies purchasing. Watch for Shellie's first faith book to be released from Random House in 2014!

5 thoughts on “There’s Only One King of the Hill

  1. Hello Shellie,

    Thanks for this post.

    I like the photograph of the kids perched on various parts of the dirt pile – Each doing what they need to do, taking risks and gaining confidence. Yet, from the perspective of adults, the hill doesn’t appear large at all. And that’s how it is – we each have our own version of what a big hill is.

    Any climb is steep, and sometimes messy. An ascent never happens without sweat and sometimes even tears. While the goal is always to get to the top, sometimes a breath of sweet, fresh air is deeply inhaled on the descent. I once heard that growth happens in a valley. Then it’s time to climb. Again. Maybe even a grander hill.

    Congratulations on your forthcoming publication! 🙂

    I look forward to reading more of your posts. I just love this site!

    Best,
    Heather Villa

  2. “If I’m not diligent to keep this thing surrendered to the Lord I can succumb to the anxiety just as often and just as quickly as my peers who make no claims of following Jesus.” So true! I’ve found that worry is a big warning sign to me that I’m trying to do something in my own strength. A few years ago, I could psych myself up and get things done fairly well, but I’ve lost some of my youthful strength and vigor. Now, I gained a little wisdom with these gray hairs, and I know that can’t do this “writing business” in my own strength anymore. “… Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me … For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Cor. 12:9-10 NIV).

  3. This is a great post. I’ve been jealous of writers who have reached ‘success’ before I did. We’re all successful if we’re writing for God and blessing Him and others with our work.

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