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EDIT
What would books or newspapers be without editors?
Almost incognito yet blessed with paaaaa-tience, they're
like forensic scientists scouring through a manuscript's every word and
phraseology to make sure the author's intended message gets conveyed.
More than just minding a writer's grammar, sentence construction and logic, the
editor is also a psychologist who second-guesses an author's intentions―all to make sure the reader
gets his point.
Bluntly now: competent editors make writers, especially author-wannabes,
seem flawless and smart.
A special shout-out to my editors Bezalie Uc-Kung, Lindy
Hope, Karen Huang and Beng Alba-Jones for patiently poring through my book texts
with laser eyes and hearts.
I had my own share of editing corporate newsletters in my
past life. It was, to say the least, exhausting. I edited mercilessly (but
with my clients' blessing)―because
company newsletters need to project an image of excellence and professionalism.
After an edit, manuscripts turn into easy-breezy reads―grammar ironed out, words
pruned down, inactive sentences made active, syntax fixed. Perfect mind tools
to de-stress, dream-boost, discover new stuff, or plain put you on sleep-mode
while comfortably curled up in bed.
Our lives could use some editing too.
We long for easy-breezy days yet we fill them with so much
stuff we could hardly breathe. Just like unedited text, we may be subsisting on
unnecessary fillers, or taking convoluted and messy turns―similar to hanging predicates
which make sentences hard to comprehend.
Trying to impress or please people, wanting to acquire more
so you work to the max and find no time for rest―these
can make you lose your God-ordained flow and focus, with stress and toxicity gnawing
at your joy.
Such was my novella until I met the best Editor of all. Jesus
replaced my complaining with contentment, my fears with a peace and joy which
could not be explained―in
spite of my angst-filled situations.
He's taught me to edit my own words and declarations too. I
may get sick once in a while but I continue to confess Him my Healer, and so He
does―immeasurably. How
many times have I lacked? He's become my provider, Jehovah Jireh, and has
proven Himself so, many times over.
Nowadays, peace guards my heart instead of
worries.
Isaiah 45:2 "I will go before thee, and make the
crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in
sunder the bars of iron."
Jesus can even edit out one's heart of stone, replace it
with one attuned to Him.
Ezekiel 36:26 "I will give you a new heart and put a
new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a
heart of flesh."
You too could entrust your life story to the consummate
Editor of all.
