So I read a lot of the Bible and wrote the last chapter of my sequel to Bark of the Covenant. The rough draft is done! Now, to the (dreaded) first edit. I really liked my last chapter. It made me cry. I like it when my books move me to tears, as long as they aren't tears of despair. These were happy tears, tears that my characters had overcome adversity and prevailed. I love fiction. It is so much fun being able to make everything turn out exactly as you want it to. We all know that isn't true in real life.
Yet even in novels, we all want the characters to go through some sort of struggle and ultimately reach some sort of victory. Without the struggle, the book is dull, and the victory hollow. In fact, the more challenging the struggle, and the more impossible the likelihood of a positive outcome, the more satisfied we feel if the main character prevails in the end. And better yet, we like it all to look hopeless till the last page, when our hero is rescued in the nick of time. We all understand at some level that the greater the trial, the greater the importance of the lesson and the life changing character of the protagonist.
But how we rail against God when He works that way!
I wrote my last page and cried. A good sign. A sign that the struggles moved me. While I grieved for the troubles my characters had endured, when they made it through stronger and more faithful than ever, I rejoiced. And was relieved. Even though all along, I knew they would overcome.
This morning, the swelling was gone and I felt 100% better. It had not been fun throughout the whole allergy test procedure and aftermath, but good information was gleaned and I spent a day reading God's book and finishing my own book because I didn't feel like moving. The adversity resulted in gain!
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