...I'm moving! Blogs, that is.
I've been quiet here for the past month because I've been busy preparing my new home on the web, making it a cozy place for you to come and rest a minute. I'm not finished yet, but since you've traveled this road with me here, I wanted to give you a sneak peek before the housewarming party in February.
Here's a little glimpse of what you'll find there, of my hope for the words scribbled:
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I'm looking forward to continuing our conversations over there, and hearing what our wonderful Lord is doing in your lives!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Where the Wind Blows Hard and the Trees Grow Crooked
There’s a valley here, where the winds of the world come to reside.
Gusts sweep down one mountain range, tumble across the valley
floor, sweep up the next mountain range, all in endless supply.
The trees there grow crooked, reaching in diagonal
tandem, away from the first mountain range.
But they grow.
And they’re strong.
See, despite that relentless horizontal battering, the
vertical doesn’t change. The roots sink their tendrils ever-deeper. The leaves
up top reach for the light, soak in strength.
I wonder at them sometimes. In storms, when life tumbles
hard and I grow crooked, my limbs feel heavy and my heart feels faint. I wonder
where the breaking point is.
And then I see those trees, how they stand and grow and
never break, always reach, always root.
Isn’t that us? When we’re swept by a
gust, and we feel the Savior’s strong arms beckon, bolster, strengthen? We
nestle in, root deeper, take refuge… and reach harder than ever for Him. Always
reachable, always pouring light over us.
Winds of life change us, and people see it—the different
direction we grow now… but even more? Those winds send us to Him, we learn His strength
in a way we never knew before, and people see that, too.
In the valley where the winds blow strong and the trees grow stronger. . . because He is Mightier.
Hop over here
(6th picture down) to see a picture of one such tree. I can’t post
it here due to copyright, but it’s worth the cyber-field trip to see.
Friday, November 30, 2012
December Eve-- Guarding the Sanctuary of the Season
Quiet and soft and slow...
That's how He came, that's how the song goes.
And here I am, swept up in a flurry of winter zeal, printing printables and scheming schemes and signing on for every amazing Christmas idea there is out there.
I want Christmas to be about Him. I want our home to be a place where understanding sparks in eyes, love kindles warm in hearts, and we cherish. Truth, each other, giving. Cherish each of those things.
Slow down, self.
That's me, coaching my inner-Christmas-zealot to quiet down and remember not to crowd out truth with tradition.
My question is, how do I balance truth and tradition? These ideas are rooted in truth, but I fear "doing" too many will have me focusing on the "doing" and not on the truth.
The answer is simple, I think.
Quiet my heart before Him, seek what would honor Him most this year.
I'm printing printables and scheming schemes, but now I'm tucking some away for future years. I'd rather choose just a few traditions and give them space to be meaningful... than try to do them all at once, and implement chaos instead of peace.
Here are my favorites, the ones I want to bring into the rotation-- the rotation, not the avalanche.
Quiet, soft, slow.
- I'd like to modify this Christmas list of activities someday, create our own stash of joy-moments.
- I'd like to implement something like this, spending the first moments of Christmas morning giving things that are truly needed, far across the world, spending the month preparing for that giving. We love the catalog that Gospel for Asia has for this.
- Spend the month learning about the prophecies that Jesus fulfilled, using these neat cards.
- Spend the month learning about the names of God, discovering how personally each facet has ministered to us, using this free guide.
- Spend the month re-visiting the stories that led to Jesus' birth, with a Jesse tree. Ann Voskamp has a free downloadable book that includes meaningful application activities for each story, one-a-day for the whole month.
- Two years ago, we began collecting Christmas story books to re-wrap each year for our little ones to unwrap each day throughout the month. We have silly books, Nativity books, a book about the story of Nicholas to help explain where the tradition of Santa and stockings came from... and a few just wonderful stories. It makes for sweet cozy-together-moments. If you want to hear a few favorite titles, ask away in the comments-- but beware. Once you ask about books, you've unleashed a book-talkin'- fool who doesn't know when to pipe down.
Our book basket |
Can you imagine if I tried to implement all of those at once? I'm sure there are people who do, and who do it beautifully and effectively. But for me, it's overwhelming to even think about it. I'd rather pick just one or two each year to add to the few activities we do engage in yearly, and savor that facet of our Lord. Some will probably become yearly, some we'll re-visit every few years... but no matter what, I want this to be a sanctuary-season. A time of peace, full to the brim of joy and gratefulness for the life that's been given.
What are your favorite ideas, traditions, memories for the Christmas season?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Hope Chronicles Giveaway Winners!
First, I'm so excited to announce the winners of the Hope Chronicles giveaways:
(Each winner will also be notified by e-mail.)
GRAND PRIZE Hope Chronicles Journal: Becky Guinn
And Second:
(Each winner will also be notified by e-mail.)
Regina Jennings's prize bundle winner: Wendy Newcomb
Joanne Bischof's prize bundle winner: Karen K
Amanda Dykes's prize bundle winner: Elizabeth Jorgensen
Karen Barnett's prize bundle winner: Jenny
Sarah Sundin's prize bundle winner: Becky Guinn
GRAND PRIZE Hope Chronicles Journal: Becky Guinn
And Second:
Truly, thank you. I can't tell you how very blessed I was by all of your stories, scriptures, and songs of hope that you took the time to share in our comments this week. You blessed us tremendously, and our hearts' desire for the Hope Chronicles (to encourage through true, lasting Hope) took flight.
If you didn't get a chance to read the comments, all of our Hope Chronicles posts are still up. There are some amazing things in those comments*.
Thank you for travelling the Hope Chronicles journey with us!
~Amanda
*A list of the 5 Hope Chronicles posts can be found at the bottom of Georgianna's entry.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Hope Chronicles: Georgianna Wentworth
The Hope Chronicles is a blog hop and journal between 5 historical romance authors. Our desire is to
bring you lasting hope through these letters, grounded in the hope of our Lord
that does not disappoint, and written from the fictional viewpoints of each
book’s heroine. We’re so glad to have you join the event. Each day this week, a
new Hope Chronicles post will go
live, complete with a journal entry and a new giveaway for that blog post.
To read more about the
project and enter to win the
one-of-a-kind, hand-inscribed Hope
Chronicles journal, which bounced from state to state until all five of
us had spent some time with it, click here.
To find your way to the other
four blog posts and enter each of the five Hope Chronicles prize bundle
giveaways, read on! We have a list for you at the bottom of this post.
Inspiration picture for character of Georgianna Wentworth. Image via IMDB |
Georgianna Wentworth
Summer of 1903
Stonehaven Estate
Lake Tahoe, California
Letter Inspired by Upon the Waters
Book 1 in the Stonehaven Series
by Amanda Dykes
{Authentic Lake Tahoe/Mt. Tallac postcard from the early 1900's, included in the Hope Chronicles Journal.}
A trail winds from my cottage door through the aspens and pines, letting out here. I walk it sometimes to cast my eyes on the cross in the mountainside as seen here... to remember "from whence comes my help". ~G.W.
Dear Papa,
Tonight the aching for you is strong, so strong. I wish I
could talk to you. You’ll never read this, I know, but I must write this down
because I will not forget. I mustn’t. I know you would understand, if you were
here.
It was dusk. As the candles shone upon the waters of the
lake, and those strains of music sounded from the boathouse, my heart wrung silent
anguish from its depths.
I sat on the beach with the others, among them yet alone,
casting my face into to the darkness so they wouldn’t see. How could I withstand
this? I was an eye of havoc in the storm of sweeping peace. The beautiful
simplicity of the moment wove through them all… enveloping them and cinching me
out and away from its embrace.
When the moon was high and everyone began to wander back to
the estate, I stood looking at the sterling light dancing a path across the expanse.
“Coming?” Mr. McDonnell said, hand stretched to show the way.
“Soon,” I replied.
He studied me for a moment, nodded, said “I won’t be far,” and disappeared into the
boathouse.
I retreated to the shore then. Lapping waves curled over my
bare feet with frigid sand, sinking me further into the gritty earth with each
pass.
All was still outside, but a battle raged within. I grappled with my thoughts in the dark, wrangling
pain into prayer. Finally, words threaded around the cry of my soul:
I want peace.
I’m going to break
under this tempest.
Please, Lord…
No answer. Only the washing, again and again, over my
ice-cold toes. Then finally… your voice.
Yours, Papa.
Almost audible in my memory, from the days when I’d fall asleep tucked in the
nook of your arm, ear pressed against you to hear that steady, safe rumbling of
truth as you read to me each night from the Bible:
“Which
hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast…”
Oh, Papa. Those words… they should have comforted me.
But they
paralyzed me.
It isn’t an anchor I want. Anchors mean storms, and I’m ready
to drown in this one.
It is ravenous: tossing and bruising until I’m sure I’ll go
under. Or strangle in the midnight tears when I awake to thoughts of Charlie,
or hear his desperate cries. Or cave under the fear that hits me anew, all day,
each day, pressing its weight at every turn:
What if we are found
out?
What if we are
discovered here?
I stood there, gulping shards of forest air, desperate for
hope, when the words overtook me again. “Hope…
anchor for the soul…sure, steadfast.”
They swept my heart until I began to see-- I’m already in the storm.
There’s no escape now.
But I could have an
anchor. Sure and steadfast.
The stillness then was so sudden, so complete, that I actually
spun from the lake to face the forest, see what creature had sent my attacking
thoughts scattering to the winds.
No creature. Only the Savior, stepping out upon the breakers
of my heart to bid them be still.
Four words imprinted on me in that moment:
He is our peace.
I wish peace meant things could go back to the way they
were, meant that all of this—almost all
of this-- would just vanish.
But
somewhere deep down, I am beginning to understand: Peace…it is Him. God’s
presence. Not the absence of turmoil, but His presence and refuge even in the
darkest of hours. Even in this storm.
So this is my hope, and I will dare to cling to it, to press
on:
He is my anchor.
He will be my peace.
I am daring to hope.
I am,
With love,
Your Georgie girl
“Which hope we have as an anchor of the
soul, both sure and steadfast…” Hebrews 6:19
Georgianna's Prize Bundle:
Letter stamp and sealing wax
Handmade "Hope as an Anchor for the Soul" rope-and-anchor bracelet
Floating candle and antique H and Anchor jar=
"Hope as an Anchor for the Soul" lantern
Tahoe cookies, of course!
Handmade mini-journal, pages made from leftover Hope Chronicles journal blank pages
Tree branch pencils
Tahoe sand in a tiny jar, to remind you that our Lord's thoughts for you outnumber the grains of sand (Psalm 139)
Georgianna's Prize Bundle
Serious:
Hope is an amazing thing, so seemingly fragile yet so very, very strong. Can you share a story where God provided a lifeline of hope in the midst of a storm for you? Or perhaps you have a scripture or song you cling to to remind you of our Anchor.
Would you consider sharing these things in the comments below, and perhaps even spreading that hope further by sharing it somewhere else today, too (in person, on Twitter, on Facebook, in your own blog post... however the Lord leads)?
Just for fun:
If we were to come up with a storyline for just how in the world the Hope Chronicles journal made it through almost a century of travel, passing from one heroine to the next, what would it be? We got a glimpse of the journal's beginning in Rosa's entry on Monday, but the rest of the story is a giant question mark, just begging to be brainstormed over. So.... ideas?
Comment away, and thank you so very much for stopping by today!
Read about the heart behind the Hope Chronicles here.
To enter to win Georgianna's prize bundle, simply fill out the form below.
To join in the Hope Chronicles conversation, scroll down and leave a comment. Can't wait to connect with you there! ~Amanda
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We invite you to join us each weekday this week as we hop through cyberspace and history, gleaning hope from each heroine’s journey. Each post will go live on the date indicated below. To visit each post on or after its date, click on the author name in blue.
Monday, November 5th: Regina Jennings (Heroine: Rosa Garner, Sixty Acres and a Bride)
Tuesday, November 6th: Joanne Bischof (Heroine: Lonnie Sawyer, Be Still My Soul)
Wednesday, November 7th: Amanda Dykes (Heroine: Georgianna Wentworth, Upon the Waters)
Thursday, November 8th: Karen Barnett (Heroine: Abby Fischer, Shaken)
Friday, November 9th: Sarah Sundin (Heroine: Mellie Blake, With Every Letter)
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*If the comment system isn't working for you, try opening this web page in a different browser. Internet Explorer sometimes has difficulty with the comment system.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Emily Was Wrong
“Hope
is a thing with feathers,” Emily Dickinson said.
I think she was wrong.
Now before you decide I’m a complete Scrooge, let me
explain.
I understand what Ms.
Dickinson meant when she inscribed those words back in 1861. I’ve felt it—the fluttering,
buoyant phenomenon that hope can bring. The flicker of light in the dark, the feeling
that your heart might just take flight. Something that seems so fragile, yet
soars with strength unseen.
And so yes, I do
understand the comparison to a bird.
BUT, I think hope is
much, much more. I think she was almost
there. She even went on to speak about Hope’s strength in the midst of a storm:
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
Now these, the lesser-known lines of her famous
poem, are the ones that speak of the hope I’ve come to know. A song that keeps
singing in the storm, right when you need it most. And more than that? An
anchor in the storm.
Hope is an anchor for the soul. Heavy, steadying,
strong and steadfast. It is God speaking
out of the storm, offering refuge of truth.
Look at this line from the final chapters of Job:
“Then
the Lord answered Job out of the Storm. He said…” Job 38:1
It goes on, page after page, with reminders of God’s
strength, His wisdom, His love. Those are weighty things, aren’t they? Things
that can anchor us in a storm, still us from our thrashing, cover us with
refuge.Things that gave Job hope for joy that would come again.
Ah. Now that
is hope. Hope that speaks of eternity, of the One who gave His life for me, of
the One who will never leave my side in all the tempests of life. The One who
will still my soul, lead me beside quiet waters, restore me, carry me, lead me.
Hope is a thing that at once anchors us and sets us
to flying.
Next week, Georgianna
Wentworth will commandeer this blog from a place that never was, in 1903. That
is to say, my fictional character will pay us a visit. And in her words, my
desire is to paint a picture of this hope…
“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and
secure.” Hebrews 6:19
Join me next Wednesday for a peek inside
Georgianna’s heart as she grasps to take hold of this hope? It will be my entry
in the 5-day Hope Chronicles blog hop, and I have a few surprises in store to
give away as reminders of that beautiful, anchoring Hope.
For more details on the Hope Chronicles,
click here.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Better Than Fiction Guest Post: Shy Guy Meets Big Sister (by Olivia Newport)
As a child, one of the reasons I looked forward to visiting
the small Southern town where my mother grew up was because I would get to see
my Great Aunt Lennie. I thought she told funny stories. Maybe I was just
enamored of her Southern accent. No, I really think she had a sense of humor.
She had good timing. Lennie also had a big boat of a car in the days before
seatbelts, and her motto was “the more, the merrier.” (Now that I’m a great
aunt 15 times over, I get that generational joy!)
Lennie was my grandmother’s younger sister—not by much, but
that did not matter. My great-grandfather apparently stood on tradition. Lennie
wanted to get married, and he didn’t think it was proper for the younger sister
to marry before the older sister.
And the older sister had no particular prospects.
So he went out and found her a prospect, or so the family
story goes. My grandmother was about 22—the age my daughter is now, so really
no rush to get married! My great-grandfather found a quiet-spoken 35-year-old
man who had never been married and introduced him to his firstborn daughter.
Imagine the pressure. If my grandmother did not do
this—marry a stranger—her sister could not marry the love of her life. But what
about the love of my grandmother’s life? Was she asking that question?
Essentially it was an arranged marriage in 1923. They had
nine children and were married 56 years, so I guess they figured it out! Did
she think of him as the love of her life? I suppose I’ll never read the chapters
of that story.
I do know they had some dreadful trials during the
Depression. My grandfather lost his furniture store, and they moved in with the
great-grandparents who had arranged this union—now with a string of children in
tow. Then a fire roared through the building where all their worldly goods were
stored. They started again with nothing. Literally. In the middle of the Great
Depression.
These are the stories of my mother’s childhood, vastly
different from my own.
Though my mom was raised going to church as a family, it was
in his last decade of life that my grandfather seemed to be most outspoken
about his faith. It made a lot of friends and family blink twice and wonder
what happened.
When the Spirit moves, the Spirit moves. Not a bad ending
for a shy guy.
Olivia Newport is the
author of The Pursuit of Lucy Banning (May
2012), Accidentally Amish (October
2012) and the forthcoming The Dilemma of Charlotte Farrow (January 2013). She lives in Colorado with
her husband and two twenty-something children.
End note from Amanda: It's been an honor to have Olivia share 3 of her family's stories here. I so enjoyed The Pursuit of Lucy Banning, and can't wait to read Accidentally Amish.
Speaking of which, I saw this on Olivia's Facebook page yesterday and thought you might like to see the Special Offer: Take 25% off ACCIDENTALLY AMISH by Olivia Newport on barbourbooks.com! Enter code OLIVIA at checkout.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
The Waltz
I'm honored to be a guest at my lifelong friend Katie's blog today. The post came as a result of her invitation to write about "Oneness in Marriage."
Here's a preview of what you'll find if you'd like to click through and join us overe there:
Yes, friends, that is truly where I'm leaving off. To read the bumbling reason, click on over to Katie's blog, Life as Worship.
Here's a preview of what you'll find if you'd like to click through and join us overe there:
Once upon a time, there was a Happily Ever After.
And then the dance began.
I love our love story. I love to tell how we met, how I
realized I was falling for my best friend, how we never really had a first
date—he just leaned in and kissed me and the rest is history.
I love to remember our wedding day. The whimsical white and blue flowers, the
miracle of being surrounded by beloved family and friends, walking down the
aisle and locking gazes with my blue-eyed Beloved…
There was no dancing, though. No dance floor, no twirling my
light-as-a-feather chiffon dress into my husband’s embrace.
Why? Well...Yes, friends, that is truly where I'm leaving off. To read the bumbling reason, click on over to Katie's blog, Life as Worship.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The Heart Behind the Hope Chronicles
It started out with a simple e-mail from my friend Joanne:
And so the Hope Chronicles was born. I won't go into details here about what the project actually is, because both Joanne Bischof and Sarah Sundin have done a wonderful job of that on their blogs. But do let me give you a little more of a peek behind the scenes.
Regina Jennings was the first stop.
...and a sweet note to the other 4 collaborators on our instruction page:
...then came Joanne, inscribing for her book's heroine, Lonnie:
Joanne's message to the other 4 collaborators-- pretty much sums up our desires!
Then it landed in my hands, the third state along the journey, to be inscribed "on behalf of" my book's heroine, Georgianna:
Imagine my joy when I stumbled upon this antique post card in the middle of thousands upon thousands of goods in an antique store! It's from just about the right time period (the back says it costs 2 cents to send it. Can you imagine?), and exactly the right location. Talk about a needle in a haystack:
That verse-- "Hope as an anchor for the soul"-- isn't it wonderful? I cling to it, and my *hope* is that it'll encourage you, too. It emerged quickly as the theme of my journal entry here, and so my prize bundle is centered around it, too. On that same trip to the antique store, I spotted this:
Would you be interested in a blog hop?Historical writers, she said. All writing from their story's heroine's point of view. What a creative approach to the hopping-of-blogs! I was in.
The wheels in our collective brains began to turn:
“What if we invite these other authors to jump
in?”
“What if we do giveaways to go along with the blog hop?”
“What if we all have a common theme to serve readers through
our message, to give them something? Some thread of truth to stitch the event together, give it a foundation?”
“What if—and is this cheesy?—we send a journal around in the
mail and hand-inscribe it?”
And so the Hope Chronicles was born. I won't go into details here about what the project actually is, because both Joanne Bischof and Sarah Sundin have done a wonderful job of that on their blogs. But do let me give you a little more of a peek behind the scenes.
As things began to unfold and God kept opening doors, there
was something nameless, something we hadn’t quite put our fingers on yet, that
kept cropping up in our desires, even in the schedules and plans that emerged.
It was the purpose, the heart.
Why do all of this? It’s fun, yes. It’s a new way to connect
with readers, yes. But… on a deeper level… why?
That’s where this came in:
As five historical fiction authors that span a century of settings and every stage of publication, the common thread that ties us together is our desire to offer hope from the Master Author, our Lord and Savior. Our goal is to join together as storytellers and to connect with each other and our readers in a meaningful way through the Hope Chronicles event.
Our mission statement.
This purpose, it’s why I write. Serve readers with meaningful, life-giving truth.
And I suspect I wouldn’t be
too far off if I said that’s why these other ladies write, too.
In the next month, as Hope Chronicles week approaches and
you see pictures and verses and information floating around the web, know that this is about true Hope. The kind that does not disappoint.
"Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts..."
Romans 5:5
And in the meantime, allow me to give you a sneak peek of the Hope Chronicles journal and its journey around the U.S. to be hand-inscribed by all 5 authors.
...and a sweet note to the other 4 collaborators on our instruction page:
...then came Joanne, inscribing for her book's heroine, Lonnie:
Joanne's message to the other 4 collaborators-- pretty much sums up our desires!
Then it landed in my hands, the third state along the journey, to be inscribed "on behalf of" my book's heroine, Georgianna:
Imagine my joy when I stumbled upon this antique post card in the middle of thousands upon thousands of goods in an antique store! It's from just about the right time period (the back says it costs 2 cents to send it. Can you imagine?), and exactly the right location. Talk about a needle in a haystack:
That verse-- "Hope as an anchor for the soul"-- isn't it wonderful? I cling to it, and my *hope* is that it'll encourage you, too. It emerged quickly as the theme of my journal entry here, and so my prize bundle is centered around it, too. On that same trip to the antique store, I spotted this:
An "H"! An anchor! Hope as an anchor for the soul. It, along with a floating candle to create a lantern...
... is one of the things I'll be giving away during Hope Chronicles week.
This week I'll be sending the journal on to Karen Barnett, who will then pass it along to Sarah Sundin... and then, friends, we'll be ready to go live with the blog hop, and type some hope onto our screens.
Won't you join us?
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Deeper
Have you felt it?
The pull, I mean. Closer to Him. Deeper.
Maybe it was a glimpse you had of another person’s walk with
God. The intimacy, the love, the so-in-stride-with-Him-you-can-almost-see-Him
sort of surrender.
Maybe it was one of those “wake up, take a candid look at
your life” moments that ended in bewilderment, and then heartache, thinking… How did I get here? So far from Him?
Maybe it’s just a tug you have on your heart. When you pray,
when you read His word, when you seek His wisdom, it’s good. You’re complete.
And yet—somehow—you know there’s a place deeper still to go with Him.
When we encounter those moments, it can be sobering, perhaps
even daunting. You want to get there,
to go
deeper… but how? How does one even begin to pursue such intimacy with
the King of all, the Creator of the Universe?
Here is what I’m learning:
You don’t “get there.”
You do go deeper, but the depths never
end, so you’ll never arrive. It’s
exciting, really. This will be a journey of endless deepening, infinite
enveloping by Him, completeness that – somehow—becomes even more complete with
every stop.
I’m convinced that He gives us these glimpses to awake our
yearning for Him, to begin to understand His yearning for us. To see that this
story doesn’t end with the “I do” moment of asking Him into our hearts… but
that he is a lifelong—no, an eternal—pursuer.
We’re being courted by One who’s already won our hearts, and
He wants to know—will you let me take you
deeper into my love? Will you let me in to every corner of your life?
How he longs for that! And how my longing for that is being
awakened, too.
So… how do we get there? How do we go deeper?
Here is where the simple revelation comes in. I’ve been
trying to drink more water recently. But for a tea-chugging (that just seems
wrong, doesn’t it? Let’s amend that). –For a
girl who sips tea in copious amounts like me, I look at that tall water bottle
sitting on the counter and I think—“three of you? How can I drink three of you
today?”
The weird thing is… I take one sip and then I want another.
I drink one bottle and somehow I’m more thirsty. The bottle dislodges from its
place on the counter and travels with me wherever I go, because I want more,
all the time.
How can I drink more water? By taking a sip. The thirst is
awakened, and the journey begins.
Is it any coincidence that He is called the Living Water?
Today, to go deeper,
take a sip.
Taste and see.
“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.” Psalm 34:8
Draw near, one step at a time.
“Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.” James 4:8
What about you? Have you
ever felt the pull?
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
A Kindred Spirit & Her Heart, Her Story: Interview with Joanne Bischof
Several months back, a writer-friend of mine with whom I'd exchanged a few neat e-mails collaborated with me to bring you this interview today. We put our heads together and planned it out for you, countless days ago.
I knew she was a remarkably talented writer, I knew that her heart for serving God's people through that gift was clear and pure, and I knew that I couldn't wait to read her book.
What I didn't know was that as those e-mails began pinging across cyberspace, God had depths in store for that friendship that I could never have guessed. What began as a fun writerly-correspondence quickly grew to discovering a friend-of-my-heart, miles away but oh- so-close in our shared passion for offering God's truth and grace to His people through writing.
So, while I was excited back then to bring you this interview, today I'm simply eager to introduce you to my dear friend, Joanne Bischof. Her debut novel, Be Still My Soul, is releasing next week, and I couldn't be happier. OK, who am I kidding? I'm giddy for her. No other word for it.
And how cool is this? According to my sources (...that would be Blogger dashboard...), this is apparently my 100th blog post. I'm so honored to spend this milestone day introducing you and Joanne to each other!
I'll conclude my ramblings and let you dive into the interview to see for yourselves what a blessing Joanne is.
Amanda: I bet you, as a writer, have a few favorite books you return to again and again as a reader. Could you share with us some of the best titles you've read?
Joanne: I grew up on Laura Ingalls Wilder and have read the Little House series several times. That was one of the things that first sparked a love of historical fiction in my life. Some of my favorite Christian Historical fiction includes Liz Curtis Higgs' Scottish fiction and Francine Rivers' Mark of the Lion series. I read a lot of other Christian fiction genres, and can get lost in a good suspense or contemporary romance anytime.
I knew she was a remarkably talented writer, I knew that her heart for serving God's people through that gift was clear and pure, and I knew that I couldn't wait to read her book.
What I didn't know was that as those e-mails began pinging across cyberspace, God had depths in store for that friendship that I could never have guessed. What began as a fun writerly-correspondence quickly grew to discovering a friend-of-my-heart, miles away but oh- so-close in our shared passion for offering God's truth and grace to His people through writing.
So, while I was excited back then to bring you this interview, today I'm simply eager to introduce you to my dear friend, Joanne Bischof. Her debut novel, Be Still My Soul, is releasing next week, and I couldn't be happier. OK, who am I kidding? I'm giddy for her. No other word for it.
And how cool is this? According to my sources (...that would be Blogger dashboard...), this is apparently my 100th blog post. I'm so honored to spend this milestone day introducing you and Joanne to each other!
I'll conclude my ramblings and let you dive into the interview to see for yourselves what a blessing Joanne is.
Amanda: Joanne, one thing
I love about you is your genuine heart for God's love to embrace your readers.
Can you share with us one thing you hope your readers will take away from
reading Be Still, My Soul?
Joanne: The
one thing I hope readers will take away is the astounding truth that God
pursues. He's relentless. And even the worst of sinners can be redeemed. He
demonstrated this with the parable of the Shepherd and the one lost sheep.
Jesus didn't die on the cross for our great moments. He died on the cross for
our worst. For the moment when we were lost, so desperately in need of a
Savior. It's an overwhelming love. One we are completely unworthy of, yet it’s
given freely. This promise lives in Be Still My Soul and is something I think
many readers will be able to relate to. I know this love has touched my life in
incredible ways, which is why it’s the deepest thread running through the
Cadence of Grace series.
Amanda: Such a beautiful,
crucial truth, thank you! It's even echoed in your series title, Cadence of
Grace. Could you fill us in on how you arrived at this title for your series,
or perhaps Be Still My Soul as the title for the first book?
Joanne: I would love
to. The Cadence of Grace is based on 1 Peter 5:10,
"But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you havesuffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you."
This verse is such an amazing reminder that life is a journey. It's an ebb and
flow with twists and turns, but God is there, doing His work in us and for us,
every step of the way, and the ultimate destination is one of growth and rest.
As folks read Be Still My Soul, they will be able to look
back and see the title reflected in my hero and heroine's journey. For the
title, I loved the musical quality it had and the way it whispered the old
hymn. Those words reflect my heroine's heart and whenever I hear it, I think of
Lonnie. Her hopes and dreams, the fear she will never be loved, and ultimately,
the promise that God will be by her side at all times. The title also parallels
my hero, Gideon. If the words were spoken from his heart, they would be for
much different reasons. His struggles are not about what has been done to him,
but what he himself has done. With the sins of his past, there's so much guilt
and doubt for him--a certainty that he is unworthy of love--both Lonnie's and
God's. And whether he knows it or not, Lonnie is just the woman to be by his
side on this journey.
Amanda: What great names for your characters (Lonnie and Gideon).
What made you choose them?
Joanne: I love these questions! For all of my characters, I
researched names that would have been true to the early 1900's. For this story,
I took it one step further, and searched for names that were authentically
Appalachian. Lonnie is a very uncommon name for a girl and is such a simple,
humble name that its just the sort of thing her parents would have chosen. In
the beginning of the story, you'll learn that Lonnie is rather shy. A bit of a
wallflower, and I always imagined that her name added to that. It wasn't one of
the elegant names her friends had. As for Gideon, that's always been one of my
favorite names. I love bible names and for the leading man in the book, it was
just the right fit. It's less common and has that old-fashioned feel. And right
away, I knew people in the story were going to call him Gid. Its fun because
even some of the team at WaterBrook Press calls him Gid ;)
Amanda: If you could spend some time in the world of your book,
which setting or moment would you choose to experience firsthand?
Joanne: Hmmm. It's so
hard to choose, I really had to give this some thought! I think I would choose
the opening scene. The story opens at an outdoor dance in the little mountain
community of Rocky Knob, Virginia. With fall in full color and winter on the
horizon, the whole town gets together to celebrate the end of a long harvest
season. I would love to step back in time and visit that moment. I can just see
the stars and the lanterns, hear the fiddle and the banjo and see all the
colors as men twirl their ladies around. This is also the scene when the reader
first meets Lonnie and Gideon. Though they grew up in the same hollow, this is
the very first time my shy heroine and cocky hero interact together.
Amanda: I bet you, as a writer, have a few favorite books you return to again and again as a reader. Could you share with us some of the best titles you've read?
Joanne: I grew up on Laura Ingalls Wilder and have read the Little House series several times. That was one of the things that first sparked a love of historical fiction in my life. Some of my favorite Christian Historical fiction includes Liz Curtis Higgs' Scottish fiction and Francine Rivers' Mark of the Lion series. I read a lot of other Christian fiction genres, and can get lost in a good suspense or contemporary romance anytime.
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Endnotes from Amanda: As I was formatting and reading over this interview from so many months ago that we prepared for today, I hit the end and thought, why didn't I ask more? They're going to want to spend more time with her! Well, the good news is that Joanne hosts a warm and welcoming blog over at www.JoanneBischof.com, where you can get weekly doses of her wonderfulness.
Also, if you're interested in reading Be Still My Soul in book club format, the Christian Fiction Book Club will be reading and discussing it online throughout the month of October, and you are most welcome to chime in.
Lastly, I'm excited to share with you that Joanne and four other authors are collaborating on a creative project called The Hope Chronicles... and I am humbled to be a part of that project. I'll write more on that soon, because I want to give you a glimpse into what began the whole project. So, stay tuned for The Heart Behind the Hope Chronicles... coming soon! When? I'm not telling. Because I'm sneaky like that. (...also, I don't actually know. Probably early next week. hehe.)
Let's chat: If you've been lucky enough to read a pre-release copy of Be Still My Soul, what was your favorite part or aspect of the story?
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