Road Trippin’ with Tyndale and Beth Moore: Stop #12

Welcome to Tyndale Fiction’s Road Trip Scavenger Hunt! We’re so happy you are here. To participate, collect the key words through all 13 stops in order, so you can enter to win our grand prize giveaway!
Some details:
  • The adventure begins on Wednesday, August 1. You’ll have two weeks to make your way through all the stops (giveaways will close on Tuesday, August 14).
  • While you do not have to start at Stop #1, keep in mind that the grand prize giveaway phrase will begin with the word you collect at that first stop.
  • To complete your submission for the grand prize giveaway, be sure to collect the key word within each author’s blog post, submitting the final, completed phrase in the form hosted on this page.
  • Also, be sure to enter the giveaways these authors are hosting on their blogs!

Enjoy the journey—we hope you’ll discover new books along the way as you hear from Tyndale Fiction authors about road trips, the settings of their novels, and more!

Happy road tripping!

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I am very excited to welcome beloved Bible teacher and bestselling debut fiction author Beth Moore to the blog!

Beth’s novel, The Undoing of Saint Silvanus, took her main character, Jillian Slater, on an unplanned and shocking road trip to New Orleans. Here’s the story’s setup: “Only God knew why Jillian Slater agreed to return to New Orleans on the news that her father had finally drunk himself to death. It’s not like they were close. She hadn’t seen him—or her grandmother, the ice queen—in almost twenty years. But a free trip to New Orleans was too intriguing to resist.”

Talk about a locale with atmosphere and intrigue!

Listen to Beth talk about her first road trip to New Orleans and why she chose the Big Easy as her setting for this novel:

When I was fifteen, my little brother and I, the only two kids left at home, took a grueling two-day road trip with our parents to our cousins’ house in Florida. Houston reaches out to Florida with the long, skinny arm of Interstate 10, the only decent bicep of the route being New Orleans.

I have no idea what got into my father’s head, but he decided to trot the four of us right down Bourbon Street. We’d only recently moved to Houston from a small town in Arkansas, so we hadn’t even acclimated to crowds yet. I’m pretty sure he had no idea what he was going to walk his family into.

I would have told you I wasn’t naïve. I was no innocent adolescent. Our family had dangled on the precipice of hell for several years. But I had never walked by a strip bar in my life. Not sure I’d ever even driven past one. The pictures posted at the front doors were so explicit and disturbing that I couldn’t shake them out of my head for years. Dodging drunks, we finally made our way to Jackson Square,  past painters and sidewalk entertainers and palm readers. It was the wildest thing I’d ever seen.

Fast-forward many years, and my husband, Keith, and I would start going back to that city for anniversaries and bask in the deep-fried goodness of New Orleans’s brighter side. Still plenty spicy. Just not as seedy.

Fast-forward a few more years, and I was asked to teach the women of Franklin Avenue Baptist Church at their annual conference. I guess it was as close as I’ve ever come to love at first sight. That whole congregation accepted this white girl like I was one of them. We are blood kin in Jesus. To be loved and embraced by them is still one of the greatest honors and joys of my ministry life. My Bible study Breaking Free was taped in their auditorium. When my younger brother was transferred there for work, FABC also threw their arms open wide to him. He attended that wonderful, warm church until he was transferred again several years later.

New Orleans is second in my heart only to Houston. I’m not sure I can explain exactly why. I’ve had a complex relationship with it. But that’s just it. I’m somehow rarely drawn to simple relationships.

And that is just the kind of relationships you’ll find in The Undoing of Saint Silvanus. The investigation into Jillian’s father’s death quickly unfolds, and she is drawn into the lives of the colorful collection of saints and sinners who pass through Saint Silvanus. As Jillian walks into a web of spiritual and personal danger borne out of her family’s broken history, she finds that only God himself can orchestrate the undoing of all that is going on at Saint Silvanus.

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Here’s the Stop #12 Important Information:

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Before you leave–a chance for another prize!

Be sure to leave a comment here on Amy’s blog for a chance to win this small prize pack from Amy! The winner will receive a signed copy of Before I Saw You, and a farmhouse-style wooden arrow that can be hung on a wall or added anywhere you’d like in your home. Winner of this prize will be drawn at random the same day as the Grand Prize winner, August 14.


 

 

“I’m an adoptive mom.” Guest post and thoughts on Before I Saw You.


Today I’m thrilled to welcome Katie Powner to my blog! She is an adoptive mama and author, and she’s here today to kindly share her thoughts and perspective–as Michelle Thorne did from a birth mama’s perspective–on Before I Saw You.

Welcome, Katie!


Before I Saw You is written from the perspective of a young woman who considers placing her baby for adoption, who wrestles with the agonizing idea of setting her child in the arms of another woman. And I—well, I’ve been on the other side. The woman on the other end of the adoption process who has waited with anticipation for someone else’s baby to be placed in her arms.

I’m an adoptive mom.

Raising a child who was not born to you is not much different than raising a child who was, except that the child’s birthmom is always there, staring back at you. I see my daughter’s birthmom in my daughter’s dimples. In the curl of her hair. I hear her in my daughter’s voice. I thought of her as I read this book.

In Before I Saw You, young Jaycee is faced with making a decision no mother should ever have to make, but my daughter’s birthmom faced that harrowing decision in real life. Like Jaycee, she struggled to decide what would be best for her child. She knew she couldn’t guarantee a good life for her baby no matter what she chose, but what would give her baby the best chance?

I don’t wonder if my daughter’s birthmom thinks of my daughter, because I know she does. But I do wonder where she is and what she’s doing. I wonder what went through her mind the last time she saw her daughter…my daughter…our daughter. And as I read Before I Saw You and cried more than a couple tears, one thing kept running through my mind. The one thing I wish I could tell her.

And it’s this: I don’t know—will never know—whether I’ve made our daughter’s life “better,” but I’ve given her a good life. She is loved and she is happy and her life is good. What I do know, without any doubt, is that she’s made my life better.


About Katie:

Katie Powner lives in rural Montana and blogs about adoption and foster care issues, as well as family life, at Katie Gets It Write (link to http://www.katiepowner.blogspot.com). She dreams of being a published author someday and heartily recommends any words that Amy K. Sorrells writes ever. Learn more at katiepowner.com.

It started with the ash trees…a song and story of my heart, and book giveaway!

It started with the ash trees, the inspiration behind my new novel Before I Saw You. The bare branches of hundreds of dying ash trees in Indiana stuck out against the lush green of the rest of landscape, and the sight broke my heart.

If the emerald ash borer beetles haven’t reached your state yet, count it a blessing.

Researchers aren’t positive, but they suspect a barge carrying international cargo with bug-infested pallets inadvertently introduced the emerald ash borer to North America several years back. At first, the bugs claimed acres of trees in Michigan. But soon, the damage extended exponentially. The toll on the ash trees was quick and devastating and continues still today.

Some say ash trees will eventually become extinct in North America, but I hope they are wrong. Scientists are beginning to discover treatments to combat the insects, and the ash tree in our front yard is one example of their success.

So what does my heartbreak over ash trees have to do with a story about a young woman and an unexpected pregnancy, set against the backdrop of the opioid epidemic in Southern Indiana?

Click here to find out this and more in the rest of this blog post over at Tricia Goyer’s place!