Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Day 314, November 14

Many of you know that I am a writer.  Among other things, I write romances.  Recently I've been working on a new book with an ex Delta Force soldier as the hero. As part of his backstory, he is struggling to forgive the politicians who, through various machinations, cost men in his unit their lives.  (Sounds like "something ripped from the headlines," doesn't it?)

Well, I've never been a Delta Force soldier.  And probably never will be.  At least not in this life.  So how can I write about something so foreign to me?  First, I do a lot of research.  Second, and more importantly, I bring my own experiences and feelings into play to write about the struggle to forgive.

I will probably always struggle with that.  It doesn't come easily--or naturally--to me.  When someone hurts my family, I react, striking back with anger and, sometimes, viciousness.  (That mama-wolverine thing I've written about in earlier posts.)  I'm not particularly proud of this trait, but there it is.  Part of me wants to say, "That's how I am and there's nothing I can do about it." 

And sometimes I do say that.  Then I remember that I do have recourse:  I can turn to the Savior and beg for His mercy and power to do what I can't do on my own.

This I know for sure:  the Savior is always there, to lift, to guide, to wrap me in His arms.  If I but let Him.


  1. I don't know, you might become a Delta Force soldier. It's probably just as likely as what you mentioned you might take up as a job in a recent email. :)

  2. I think it takes Delta Force Marine strength to let Him. We are in a war, and we are soldiers. (Although thankfully not in petticoats as in My Fair Lady.)