I’ve been absent from this blog for a while, for the best and worst of reasons.
Best : Lots of writing and writing-related work, which will bear fruit over the coming months, so I’ll have lots of great book news to share. Subscribe to the newsletter on my website at www.liliandarcy.com if you’re interested in more detail on that.
Worst : Lots of family stuff. A couple of us are not having the best year, and every time we think, “Well, maybe that’s it for the bad stuff, maybe the good times will start now,” another set-back kicks in. It’s just life stuff, and this isn’t meant to be a downbeat blog, so skimming onward now…
…And finally getting to the actual blog topic.
Seems to me that blessings come in all sorts of ways, and they’re not always easy to recognize. We tend to assume that good things in life should announce themselves with enormous fanfare. You know, we’re in love, or we won something, or our best friend shows up at the door with a huge hug and great news and flowers.
But often I think blessings come sneaking in very quietly and it takes us a while to notice them. They’re like a shy little girl standing in the corner and she’s been there for half an hour, very patiently, not making a sound, before we turn around and discover what a gorgeous smile she has. That kind of blessing might be something like a work colleague gradually going from someone you barely noticed to being a really good friend. Or a food item you started out eating because it was good for you, and then you came to love it purely because it was delicious.
And then there are the good old “blessings in disguise,” which is what we’ve been having a bit of in my family lately – such as earlier in the year, when my son developed a spontaneous hole in his lung* five days before he was due to fly to the USA to visit his cousins, and at first it seemed like terrible news because he had to cancel the trip, but then we thought, “What would have happened if the condition had developed while he was in the air across the Pacific?” Answer : Could have been a lot worse.
(*This is a condition that is relatively common in tall, skinny young men. If you have one of those in your life and he suddenly develops chest pain and can’t breathe, get him to the ER!)
We had another thing happen the other day that I’m thinking may come under this category. My daughter fell off her horse in the middle of a riding event. She wasn’t hurt at all, just very upset because she’d been doing really well till then, but a fall means elimination from the event, so her chance of a ribbon or even a winner’s trophy was gone. But I’m wondering… She has been working so hard with everything lately, maybe she needed a signal that it was time to slow down a little. Elimination from this event will change her competition schedule for the next few months, make it more flexible and less ambitious and just maybe might have saved her from a worse fall later on, if she was riding stressed and underprepared.
Writers use all of these kinds of disguised and upside-down blessings in our stories, and I think it’s because those twists and turns of fortune and feelings are what make life – and stories – interesting. The hero and heroine who thought they couldn’t stand each other, and then find out they were wrong. The day that started out as a disaster, but if she hadn’t had the flat tire and the spilled coffee and been fired from her job, she and that wonderful man would never have met.
I have The One Who Changed Everything coming out next month in Special Edition, and it certainly features a few blessings that might not have seemed like blessings at first. I’ll blog about this book, the first in my Cherry Sisters trilogy, next time.
In the meantime, tell me about some of your blessings. Did they announce themselves right away, with trumpets and confetti? Did they sneak in on tip-toe? Or did they seem like the very opposite of blessings when they first came along?