As regular readers of this blog know, goodness is my word for 2015. My last post focused on a bend in the road, and how hard it was to find goodness in a difficult life situation.
The response to that post overwhelmed me and, just when I thought goodness was scarce, I have abundant evidence it’s not.
Some of you reached out to me via blog comments to share what’s helped you at dark times. Others contacted me via email to express concern and care. Still others shared the post on Twitter and Facebook, sent messages of encouragement, and said my words helped them with their own life challenges.
Through this situation, a door is closing. However, several new windows are opening.
One is friendship. From a Golden Heart® sister who shared her experiences and cheered me on, to the mother of one of English Rose’s school friends who offered expert advice, I’m blessed to have new allies in my corner.
Other windows of opportunity have come via new professional communities. In the past two weeks, I’ve received invitations to guest on several US romance writing blogs. One is particularly influential in the industry, and has been a touchstone in my own writing journey.
Finally, there’s been one event at which I can only shake my head.
After looking at dresses for the Golden Heart® awards ceremony, and despairing of finding one I liked in my budget, English Rose and I wandered into our village charity shop. While she searched for DVDs, I glanced at a clothing rail.
And there was my dress.
In my favourite sapphire blue, it hung there like it was waiting for me. By a British designer I admire, it shapes me in all the right places, but is forgiving enough so I can eat New York cheesecake with my Golden Heart® sisters on that special July night. Moreover, it’s perfect for a treasured necklace which belonged to the grandma I wrote about in my last post, and whose influence in my life persists.
The day I found my dress was Grandma’s birthday. The woman who told me several weeks before she died she’d always watch over me, and be there when I needed her.
My road is still rocky, but in the words of the inimitable Dolly Parton, “if you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one.”
Thanks, Grandma, and thanks to all of you who’ve shown me goodness. While others are throwing bricks, you’re helping me put those bricks to good use to build a new and better road.