Casting your bread upon the water

My friend Connie told me me today that when you cast your bread upon the water - which we are commanded to do (Ecclesiastes 11:1) you, by the nature of casting - LET GO OF THE BREAD. You trust it to the place you've cast it. And walk away, knowing it's out of your hands.

She told me this, because I'm fretting about this company that is looking at my new Greeting Card line. (Based in part on these two Characters and their friends).

The company is an old established company, whose demographic buyers are exactly the type who would buy my designs. But, I'm fretting. I'm fretting because the VP liked my stuff, and sent it on to her project managers to review. What if they don't like it? It's happened before - 7 zillion times. (Translation, 7 zillion is equal to 20 years of trying to get the same project published in the right venue and having it loved by so many VP's who made so many nice noises and even, at several points, brought me into their headquarters to discuss the direction of the line - and then other's...Project Mangers...nixed it. Or I nixed it, because they wanted 'artistic control or editorial control' over what my Characters look like or what they say. All in all, there have been no RIGHT fits yet.) Hope deferred makes the heart sick. (Proverbs 13:12) Hope deferred makes the heart sick and I think that sickness is exponentially added on to by repeatedly getting your hopes...not just put off...but smashed. Stepped on and crushed. Crushed so badly that sometimes it takes years to pick up the pieces of what was your hope and glue them back together enough to cast out again. But, I'm back to casting again. Second time this week, with the first company having the VP like it and the Art director nix it. This time I'm hoping the new company is it. I'm hoping this time it will be returned to me in the form of a contract for my work. Oh God, I'm asking you please, this time, let it be the right time, the right company for my work to be released to the world. Jesus, you are the one who gave me this gift. This gift I'm trying to multiply and have been trying to get out there for years. You Jesus, you gave. Now please bless as I try once more to see if this is the right home/publisher/for this gift you have given me. Thank you, Jesus. She said, turning her back on the water now, where the bread is cast. Turning her back, knowing it's out of her hands...she walked away joyful. Hopeful, and trusting.