“Just when I’m at my greatest point of need, the angelic choir sings, rays of light pour through a sudden opening in the ceiling, and in walks my solution.”
My Grandmother, who’s fabled in story and song by this point, always said, “Don’t talk about people behind their backs.” Generally, Grandma’s wisdom was worthy, but there are always exceptions to the rule. I just experienced one of them.
I belong to a great writer’s group, OC Writers, that formed after NaNoWriMo last year.
Somehow I got myself dubbed the “Event Coordinator” for our first event which is supposed to take place in March. Yesterday morning, as I was putting on my mascara, I almost poked my eye out when I realized it was February, and March comes after February.
I got to the coffee shop a little late, due to the make up malfunction, and everyone was already studiously writing. As soon as we had a break, I raised a few ideas that I vaguely remembered brain storming about back in December. Building an author platform was a topic of interest and, of course, blogging can be a big part of that.
Desperately trying to sound like I’d given this great thought and preparation, I brought up my online buddy, Oscar Gonzales, who runs a blogging group. “I’m sure that Oscar would be happy to talk at our event,” I appeared confident, serene, and well connected. I went on to tell the gang about his expertise and my acquaintance with bloggers like John Chow (who I’ve sat in the same room with twice, but they didn’t have to know that.)
Right in the middle of my pontifications (great word, huh?) I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard a voice say, “Who are you? I’m Oscar.”
In my defense, I did say we were “online buddies” and had only met in person once or twice. Eventually, he remembered me and, yes, he would like to address the group.
Lately, I’ve been very blessed.
On the surface many things are going wrong. Honestly, I’m usually the reason that they are, but Someone up there is having mercy.
Just when I’m at my greatest point of need, the angelic choir sings, rays of light pour through a sudden opening in the ceiling, and in walks my solution.
I wanted to end this post with some word of encouragement. I thought about titling it something really catchy like, “5 Sure Fire Ways to Get God to Bless You” and adding all kinds of tips and tricks bullet points.
I don’t have any, however. I seem to be blessed in spite of myself not because of any clever thing I do. The only thing that I can tell you is, go ahead, talk about people behind their backs. It worked for me.
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