#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Three Magic Words

I often get lovely insights during my morning journalling sessions, and today was a humdinger.

A little groundwork, first. We Laels, you see, are a stubborn bunch. (And that’s putting it kindly.) It’s our first instinct–and this goes back for generations–to dig in our heels and put up our dukes. We are tough and resilent, and those things are good, but it’s pretty exhausting to resist everything. :) We were probably hell on the British army in the 1770’s, and we fought on both sides during the Civil War. Oh, yeah, we’re fighters, all right, we love our independence and will literally defend it to the death. We ALSO love peace, and true justice. But sometimes getting one of us to do something, even if it’s the best thing, is like trying to load a wild Mustang into a trailer. Never mind that the whole surrounding countryside is on fire and somebody’s trying to haul us to safety. We want getting into that trailer to be OUR idea, and if it isn’t, the job will take, as a character on Gunsmoke used to say, the better part of the day.

I guess I’ve made my point. Lael cousins, raise your right hand, ideally fisted, and shout, HUZZAH! (And by God, I love every stubborn one of you!)

So here are the three magic words I received this morning:

ALLOW. (You can’t change other people, the world, or many circumstances resulting from their decisions and actions. Simply allow things to be the way they are.)

ACCEPT. (God is still in His heaven. If things aren’t exactly the way you would like them to be, accept that the Big Guy knows what He’s doing. See word #1.)

APPRECIATE. (Ultimately, everything works out for the best. Try to be grateful for the myriad blessings all around you. If things are hard right now–(see word #2), trust that there’s a reason, and good things will come out of current struggles, if you just believe.)

I’ll leave you to ponder this Saturday blog. I wasn’t only writing it for you, you see, but for myself, too.

On the Move

I’m at the lake again, but soon off to the book store and a few other places. Sadie and Bernice are happy at the other house, by all reports, but I still miss them and will be glad to see their pesky little fur-faces again tomorrow.

I’m almost convalescent, recovering from writing “The Rustler” and, at the same time, gearing up for new projects I plan to begin on Monday morning. I do my best, with every single book I write, but “The Rustler” is special. I poured my heart and soul into it, with no holding back, something I have not always been brave enough to do.

I did a little painting last night, but not much. Ended up just vegging, mostly, after a buying frenzy at Michael’s.

I’m looking for a birth order book at Barnes and Noble today–that’s important in the development of characters, and I’ve already begun planning the cast and crew of my big (BIG) Civil War series.

More on Monday. Have a good weekend.

The Pony Express carried almost 35,000 pieces of mail over more than 650,000 miles during those nineteen months and lost only one mail sack.