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:*Book Review*: A Fall of Marigolds by Susan Meissner

Posted Wednesday, 19 February, 2014 by jorielov , , , , , , , 6 Comments

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Genre(s): Fiction | Inspirational | Historical

[time slip] 1911 Ellis Island / Post-911 New York City

Published by: New American Library, an imprint of Penguin Group (USA), 4 February, 2014

Available Format: Paperback, Hardback, & E-Book
| Page Count: 400 |

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Acquired Book By:

I was contacted by the author (Susan Meissner) herself through Twitter (@SusanMeissner) back in December, 2013 about the possibility of receiving “A Fall of Marigolds” in exchange for an honest review which would be included on her official blog tour for its February release! I was beyond delighted at having been approached by her and readily agreed. As I have a non-giveaway policy for Jorie Loves A Story, this blog tour stop is not hosting the tour giveaway, but rather is solely a book review of the novel which is posted whilst the official tour is going on.  I received a complimentary ARC of “A Fall of Marigolds” direct from Ms. Meissner in exchange for an honest review.  In January 2014, I received the press materials from her publicist Ms. Clark at Penguin Group (USA). I am thankful for this wonderful opportunity, not only to read my first novel by Ms. Meissner but to host my first blog tour book review for Penguin Group (USA)! I did not receive compensation for my opinions or thoughts shared herein.

Inspired to Read:

The inspiring moment for me is when I realised that although I hadn’t known about A Fall of Marigolds releasing February 2014, I had already planned to read Ms. Meissner’s novels! You might have noticed her name is threaded into my 70 Authors Challenge of which has a focus on Inspirational fiction!? All the authors I am reading over the 24 months of the challenge are linked to their main websites in my blog’s sidebar! The books I selected to read of hers are as follows: The Girl in the Glass, A Sound Among the Trees, and Widows and Orphans which starts the Legal Mystery series. As you will read on my 70 Authors Challenge page, I found the inspiration to select all 70 authors due to my readings of Writing for Christ, which is Ms. Casey Herringshaw’s bookish blog! She is also a stop on this tour and I feel I have come full circle from being a reader of bookish blogs to curating my very own! I am further esteemed to be in the company of an author group blog I started to hang out around in January 2013 [Southern Belle View Daily] and a reader blog I came to cherish as much as Ms. Herringshaw’s [Relz Reviews]!

I never dreamt that I would be hosting a blog tour for one of the authors I selected to read and I am humbled by the honour of having Ms. Meissner seek me out in the first place! She’s a wonderfully sweet woman and I am thankful our paths have crossed!

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Susan MeissnerBook Synopsis in the Author’s words:

The book is about two women who never meet as they are separated by a century. One woman, Taryn, is a 9/11 widow and single mother who is about to mark the tenth anniversary of her husband’s passing. The other is a nurse, Clara, who witnessed the tragic death of the man she loved in the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire in Manhattan in 1911.In her sorrow, Clara imposes on herself an exile of sorts; she takes a post at the hospital on Ellis Island so that she can hover in an in-between place while she wrestles with her grief. She meets an immigrant who wears the scarf of the wife he lost crossing the Atlantic, a scarf patterned in marigolds. The scarf becomes emblematic of the beauty and risk inherent in loving people, and it eventually finds it way to Taryn one hundred years later on the morning a plane crashes into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. The story is about the resiliency of love, and the notion that the weight of the world is made more bearable because of it, even though it exposes us to the risk of loss.

On the significance of ‘marigolds’:

Marigolds aren’t like most other flowers. They aren’t beautiful and fragrant. You don’t see them in bridal bouquets or prom corsages or funeral sprays. They don’t come in gentle colors like pink and lavender and baby blue. Marigolds are hearty, pungent and brassy. They are able to bloom in the autumn months, well past the point when many other flowers can’t. In that respect, I see marigolds as being symbolic of the strength of the human spirit to risk loving again after loss. Because, face it. We live in a messy world. Yet it’s the only one we’ve got. We either love here or we don’t. The title of the book has a sort of double-meaning. Both the historical and contemporary story take place primarily in the autumn. Secondarily, when Clara sees the scarf for the first time, dangling from an immigrant’s shoulders as he enters the hospital building, she sees the floral pattern in the threads, notes how similar they are to the flames she saw in the fire that changed everything for her, and she describes the cascading blooms woven into the scarf as “a fall of marigolds.”

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A time slip between two worlds of New York frozen in time itself:

I am not unfamiliar with the shirtwaist industry, as I previously disclosed I have read Rivington Street by Meredith Tax, of whom gives such a visceral experience through her narrative there is no illusion of the reality the girls faced in that industry. A Fall of Marigolds begins rather acutely in post-911 New York. To find myself curling into a fabric store made my crafters heart turn giddy indeed! I am plumb knitty over knitting, but what I truly want to explore in the future is quilting and sewing clothes! My heart warmed with the warmth of an internal fire whilst soaking in the first chapter as a customer murmured her gratitude for the shoppe! (My affection for quilting, mind you, grew out of my wanderings inside the world of Elm Creek by Jennifer Chiaverini!)

One of the early echoes of the novel is that for everything we see beauty inside, a story alights just outside of our view. I found myself resonating with this particular statement, as due to the nature of why I created the title of my own bookish blog: Jorie Loves A Story! Stories exist across mediums not merely hinged to the printed text of literature or even of spoken voice or motion picture. I heart the ability to seek out stories which endeavour us to step a bit closer to the greater picture of why living and experiencing everything we can bring into full focus. Stories enchant us as much as they evoke our deepest most gutting emotions. Stories have the ability to transcend time and sustain us during the roughest of seas which entreat on our everyday hours. I grew on the living histories which in of themselves were stories set into action by the voices of my grand-parents, great-grandmother, and parents. We inhabit such a small vacuüm of space whilst we’re here, but alas! The stories live past us and stitch into the tapestry of the world’s interconnected thread!

This fascination and intrepid enchantment of history and story, might even go as far to explain my personal preferences towards seeking out the skills of old world arts & crafts inasmuch as antiquing! The older a piece of furniture is in my mind is a greater chance of having the unique addition thus far amiss from a room! I like the tangibility effect of touching the past in ways that are visible in the modern age. I like wandering around antique emporiums as much as ambling through a small towne set to a  pace fifty years in the past. There is a subtle nudge to slow down, breathe, and live in harmony. Pieces of stories live all around us, each day we walk outside the door and wonder, “What if? And, what does that person do? What are their experiences? Where did that particular something or other come from?” It’s in our nature to wonder, to strive towards unearthing the mysteries, to put a history inside of an explanation which sounds more like the legacy of a life told through a story!

The etching desire of both lead characters needing closure for the traumas of their past is eclipsed by their stalwart resolve to leave out of step with time. To gather their wits by being withdrawn into a world which lives a harpoon throw from the reality neither wants to approach or excavate out the memories which haunt them. A time slip was naturally going to occur for Taryn and Clara, as each of them are on the precipice of living half in stasis and half in motion.

My Review of A Fall of Marigolds:

In choking honesty, Meissner draws us backwards into the morning when the world woke up once more to a day out of step with the reality we all knew. September 11th, 2001 is a day no one will soon forget, whether or not they lived in America or whether they lived overseas. The newsfeeds overtook the channels, and for this reader in particular who had spent the aching early morning hours in knee-deep research was a groggy grand-daughter at the other end of the line whilst her grandmother urgently tried to shake her to her senses about ‘a plane went down in New York’. I was caught in the segue between deep sleep and awareness, so I truly only heard ‘a plane went down’ which I mumbled was terrible before the line clicked off and I was snoring most likely oblivious to the world’s reaction. I remember waking by four o’ clock in the afternoon, eyes full of sleep and wandering into the living room to catch a light-hearted tv show of an unremembered name. Instead, as Taryn reflects on her part of standing underneath the Towers at ground-zero, I was only a bit past a thousand miles south completely gobsmacked to numbness taking in every channel as the tv flickered into view; I was simply transfixed.  I grabbed the phone without recognition and rang my grandmother. The fullness of that day I oft try to push aside and not reflect on. Images broadcasted on television left a dulling ache inside my soul, as it was all too much to process and see in vivid real-time reality. Half of what I saw was pulled as soon as it aired as it wasn’t even being filtered. Meissner deftly drew me back emotionally into the heart of that fateful day, and attached me directly into the heart of her lead character: Taryn!

The breath of realism breathed into each section touches you as the transition from Taryn to Clara arrive as mere whispers and shadows of each other. Meissner is a sensory writer giving her readers a treat to trick one’s mind into experiencing everything the characters are seeing, sensing, and internalising. The anguished heartache of Clara came propelling back to the forefront of my mind as the bits of information disclosed about the shirtwaist factory fire ignited in my memories from Rivington Street, the book I have previously mentioned reminded me that I have a sensitive heart and best tread cautiously in future readings by what I choose to internalise.

Grief wrapped up in the guilt of never knowing what could have been is one of our greatest struggles as we survive those who pass on. Whether or not, we were properly tethered to them or if they were a loved spirit who gave us joy during our days; gutting sorrow overtakes our sense of normalcy. We cannot always filter out our emotions anymore than we can filter out our memories. Our minds love to play games with us, toying us with images we witnessed as well as the incidents of terror which gripped us like a plague. Clara and Taryn are anchored by the very moments where their lives intersected with tragedy beyond logical reason. Their gutting emotional strife is brought to life in such an intoxicating manner, you’re finding your fingers pressed into the softness of the book cover nearly afeared for what you will find on the next page! Hours melt away as you drink through their lives as if you would be left adrift in not knowing where their days will lead them next.

I liked Clara as instantly as I endeared myself to Taryn, which is always a credit to the writer! Clara is one of the few bourne to find herself drawn to blood rather than bolt away from it on sight. A doctor’s daughter endued with the gift for nursing set a claim on her to find her way to Ellis Island taking care of the infirmed immigrants who felt muddled by how they were not walking ashore instead. Transposed against the brutal anguish of standing below the Towers as they fell on September 11th, my ears echoed with the pounding shock of the ‘noise’* of that day as it was heard in the late afternoon. I felt shell-shocked at four o ‘clock on the 11th, I felt as though Meissner dug into our conjoined memories of that horrid day and led us out the other end. To hold onto something more than the worst bits our centermost memories stored and tucked out of sight. The scarf of marigolds was a talisman of Hope and of Life.

The strangest realisation which washed over for me (towards the middle of the novel), is that I have purposely avoided medical dramas and medical-heavy stories for numerous years as I felt as though I needed an honest break from them. I had seen more than my fair share of medical dramas on television and perhaps, had unexpectedly burnt out from the viewings. Whilst wrapped up inside Clara’s side of the story, I nearly had forgotten she was a registered nurse on the front lines of combating diseases like scarlet fever, which of itself lends to a certain medical-esque narrative!

*noise: Here refers to all the conjoined sounds, screams, shatterments of glass, sirens, confused murmurings of the haggardly confused survivors, the intensity of the news anchors overwhelmed by anguish and grief, and the chaos of the events flickering into broad view on the television screen. Followed by eerie oblivion which characterised the silence, whilst everyone’s face and bodies were shrouded in whitish-grey. The absence of light and dark was obscured by debris falling like snowflakes. Everything merged together, everything felt oppressively real, the shock took forever to wear off, even if I was merely observing the horrors of those who were front and center.

All the emotions I had tied into my throat pummeled out of me by page 238. Overwhelming emotion and the stark despair of what Taryn realised in that pivotal moment which clouded her vision in despair. I felt her anguish and I felt it because of what I had witnessed myself on video feedback. Meissner humanised the disparity of the survivors and the observers. She breathed life into the stories of everyone we never knew before that awful morning when the world paused by the sheer terror of it all.

Life is an intricate fabric. We weave in the threads with each day we dare to breathe in and drink in all that we can learn or experience. It’s the in-between hours of when we are truly alive. The moments when we are not even realising where we are headed or how we are meant to reach our destinations. The living hours of where truth reveals itself to those willing to listen. Faith is lived best by accepting what we do not yet understand as a measure of hope for what we do. Love is the binding of our souls to help grasp the understanding which sometimes is blinded by fear, trauma, and grief. All of life has a purpose which propels us forward to greet each new day with the possibility that it will afford. Compassion. Empathy. Acceptance is the final gate we must cross through to complete the circle our footfalls led us to arrive inside.

New York | a backdrop I love:

I am uncertain if I have ever disclosed on Jorie Loves A Story, if my affection for New York City has been attached to me as long as I have watched motion picture set inside the city from my youth!? The fanciful synergy of a city bent on creativity and indulgence in an all-inclusive playground has held my esteem attention! Transferring off the screen into the world of print books and hearty narratives by wordsmiths who paint the city aflame with a pulsating heart where the story of success and of love go together in tandem! Mysteries eking out of the shadows and humbling stories of humanity which surround your soul in a respite of rumination. My journeys have not yet taken me to the city I’ve read about to the level I have, but a part of me feels as though I have been there. Lived a bit even. As the old saying tends to go, if you have a book in hand, you have a compass point in your soul! Travel doesn’t always have to be walked through the soles of your feet. There are times when the light of a novel can illuminate a specific setting and locale in a crystal of reason unseen by a living experience. Novels transport us beyond where time and space have earthly limits. We enter into the conscience linings of characters and in part, take out a piece of them into our own wanderings of imagination. Perhaps then, the essence of the city of New York has always held such a strong grasp of my yearnings.

It’s the city’s tenacity and resilience to overcome what befalls her that gives all of us the greatest hope of all for seeking a community of such unfaltering strength. They rally and bolster each other up whilst dealing with the impossible, soldiering through unspeakable horrors and rebounding together as though they had risen out of the ashes as one entity rather than thousands. New York City’s greatest blessing is the ability to hold onto Hope in the midst of devastation and rise again as a Phoenix.

A note of gratitude to Ms. Meissner:

I am full of gratitude to the author for writing a convincing story without pushing the envelope past what this particular sensitive heart can endure. The sequences in which she gave riveting and honest accounts of the scenes Clara experienced after the shirtwaist factory fire and of ground-zero for Taryn were bang-on brilliant in their conveyances. I applaud the choices Meissner made in eluding to the horror without having to take us there completely by imagery. What was included was expected as some living horrors can only be spared so far, but in her gentle grace of knowing the limits of tender heart readers, her own heart shined. The stories of Taryn and Clara evoke the realities of women like them who lived a life counterpart to their fictional ones. Meissner has writ a story with the softness and grace of a historian but with the ease of a novelist. I am forever grateful she approached me, as I feel our paths would surely have intersected if she hadn’t. Her writings draw me into the depth of where she is leading us and I feel blessed to have read this story of New York as my first Susan Meissner novel!

Extending into the heart of 9/11:  There is a book I have been meaning to read which illuminates a singular unspoken moment of compassion and humanity where one small town in Newfoundland found their airport was in dire need of re-directing inbound flights on September 11th, 2001. The book is called: The Day the World Came to Town and its the main reason my original fascination about the hearty compassionate souls who reside in Newfoundland made me curious about their maritime province!

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This book review is courtesy of the author: Susan Meissner

I give my gratitude to Ms. Meissner & to Penguin Group (USA) for allowing me the honour to be a stop on the “A Fall of Marigolds” blog tour! I was happily delighted I could participate! I hope I will be able to participate in future blog tours if the opportunity were to arise! Until then, please drop by my Bookish Events Featured on JLAS to see what is coming up next!

**Please Note: This is a non-giveaway stop on the blog tour. I do not host giveaways or bookaways of any kind on Jorie Loves A Story (as you can read in my Review Policy). Which is why my blog is not included in the giveaway hop via the author’s website. I agreed only to host a review stop whilst the tour was in-progress. Therefore, I do encourage you to leave me a comment but it will not be counted as an entry in the tour’s giveaway. Thank you for understanding!**

{SOURCES: Cover art of “A Fall of Marigolds”, Susan Meissner’s photograph; snippets of the book synopsis (taken from the Press Kit Q&A section), were all provided by Ms. Meissner’s publicity agent at Penguin Group (USA) and used with permission. Post dividers by Fun Stuff for Your Blog via Pure Imagination. Blog Tour badge provided by Parajunkee to give book bloggers definition on their blogs. Tweets were able to be embedded by the codes provided by Twitter.}

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Posted Wednesday, 19 February, 2014 by jorielov in 20th Century, 21st Century, Author Found me On Twitter, Blog Tour Host & Reviewer, Book Review (non-blog tour), Death, Sorrow, and Loss, Diary Accountment of Life, Ellis Island, Geographically Specific, Historical Fiction, Immigrant Stories, Inspirational Fiction & Non-Fiction, Medical Fiction, Modern Day, New York City, Nurses & Hospital Life, Penguin Group (USA) Publicity, Post-911 (11th September 2001), Shirtwaist Industry, the Nineteen Hundreds, Time Slip

Blog Book Tour: The Prayer Box by Lisa Wingate *Release Day!*

Posted Sunday, 1 September, 2013 by jorielov , , 5 Comments

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The Prayer Box Virtual Book Tour The Prayer Box by Lisa Wingate
Published by: Tyndale House Publishers, September 2013
Official Novel Website: The Prayer Box
Available Formats: Hardcover, Softcover, and E-book
Page Count: 400

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Acquired Book By: I was selected to be a stop on “The Prayer Box” Virtual Book Tour, hosted by JKS Communications Literary Publicity Firm. I received a complimentary copy of “The Prayer Box” in exchange for an honest review by the publisher Tyndale House Publishers. The book releases on 1st September 2013. I did not receive compensation for my opinions or thoughts shared herein. This marks my first stop as a Tour Host for JKS Communications!

Partial Author BiographyLisaWingatepubpic  {quoted from her press kit}

Lisa Wingate is a magazine columnist, speaker, and the author of twenty mainstream fiction novels, including the national bestseller Tending Roses, now in its nineteenth printing from Penguin Putnam.

She is a seven-time ACFW Carol Award nominee, a Christy Award nominee, an Oklahoma Book Award finalist, and two-time Carol Award winner. Her novel Blue Moon Bay was a Booklist Top Ten of 2012 pick. Recently the group Americans for More Civility, a kindness watchdog organisation, selected Lisa along with Bill Ford, Camille Cosby, and six others, as recipients of the National Civics Award, which celebrates public figures who work to promote greater kindness and civility in American life.

Lisa lives on a ranch in Texas, where she spoils the livestock, raises boys, and teaches Sunday school to high school seniors. She was inspired to become a writer by a first-grade teacher who said she expected to see Lisa’s name in a magazine one day.

Lisa also entertained childhood dreams of being an Olympic gymnast and winning the National Finals Rodeo but was stalled by the inability to do a backflip on the balance beam and parents who couldn’t finance a rodeo career. She was lucky enough to marry into a big family of cowboys and Southern storytellers who would inspire any lover of tall tales and interesting yet profound characters. She is a full-time writer and pens inspirational fiction for both the general and Christian markets. Of all the things she loves about her job, she loves connecting with people, but real and imaginary, the most.

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On how I know Lisa Wingate: I discovered Southern Belle View Daily in early 2013, and over the months have come to appreciate conversing with all the Belles, including Lisa Wingate. I am disclosing this, to assure you that I can formulate an honest opinion, even though I have interacted with her through her blog, and won a book through a contest of hers in the past. I treat each book as a ‘new experience’, whether I personally know the author OR whether I am reading a book by them for the first time. I can attest that due to circumstances, I haven’t had the chance to read the aforementioned book I won, nor have I had the pleasure of ever reading a book by Ms. Wingate previously.

I still remember when she was first describing this book on “the Porch”, as Southern Belle View is most readily known, and I instinctively knew it would have the substance of a story that I would be drawn to read. I applaud strong characters who embark on a journey, whether internal, spiritual, or in life. Pieces of the premise reminded me a bit of a Hallmark Christmas film I tend to see during the holidays, starring Richard Thomas, “The Christmas Box”. I love when characters are set up to be in a place they are not intending to stay for a long period of time, yet the place they find themselves is the very place a transformation can occur. That is always powerful to read or watch, because there is such a hearty breath of living truth to the stories! Each of us are walking through life as best we can, growing and learning as we move forward, and never quite knowing when God has an alternative course in mind to restore something to us that has become lost or hidden from view.

[Southern Belle View Daily: author group blog featuring: Lisa Wingate, Julie Cantrell, Beth Webb Hart, Rachel Hauck, and Shellie Rushing Tomlinson]

Authors Note on Prayer Boxing:

Dear Reader,

This is how The Prayer Box came to be: by accident, if you believe in accidents. I glanced across the room one day, saw the small prayer box that had been given to me as a gift, and a story began to spin through my mind. What if that box contained many prayers accumulated over time? What if there were dozens of boxes? What if they contained the prayers of a lifetime?

What could more fully tell the truth about a person than words written to God in solitude? Of course, Iola would say those random questions popped into my mind – and The Prayer Box story itself – weren’t accidents at all. She would say it was divine providence. Something that was meant to be.

I believe divine providence has brought this story into your hands, as well. I hope you enjoyed the journey through Iola’s prayer boxes as much as I did. If the journey is still ahead of you, I hope it takes you to far-off places… and into inner spaces, as well. More than that, I hope it will inspire you to think about keeping a prayer box of your own and maybe giving one to somebody else.

The little prayer box that was given to me was by no means unique. I’d heard of prayer boxes, and I knew what they were for. They’re either keeping places for favourite Scriptures, or they’re similar to a prayer journal, only more flexible. Any scrap of paper will do, anywhere, any time of the day or night. The important part, in a world of fractured thoughts, hurried moments, and scattershot prayers, is to take the time to think through, to write down, to clarify in your own mind the things you’re asking for, the things you’re grateful for, the things you’re troubled about, the hopes you’ve been nurturing.

And then?

Put them in the box and . . .

Let. Them. Go.

That’s what trust is. It’s letting go of the worry. It’s the way of peace and also the way of God. It’s such a hard road to travel for people like me, who worry.  When I’m writing a story, I control the whole universe. In life . . . not so much. Actually, not at all. Things happen that I hadn’t anticipated and wouldn’t choose and can’t change. That’s the tough part.

Closing the lid on a prayer box is symbolic of so many things. When we give a prayer over to God, it’s supposed to be in God’s hands after that. I think that’s what Sister Marguerite was trying to teach Iola when she gave her that very first prayer box. Life is, so often, beyond our control, just as it was for that little ten-year-old girl, far from home. I like to imagine that Sister Marguerite decorated that box herself, prepared it with young Iola in mind, don’t you?

After studying more about prayer boxes and using them myself, I’m surprised we don’t do this more often. Prayer boxes have a long-standing tradition, both among early Christians and among Jewish families. Jews and early Christians often wore small leather or carved bone boxes on the body. These phylacteries or tefillin were a means of keeping Scripture close to the wearer. Large boxes, called mezuzah cases are still affixed to the doorposts of Jewish homes today.

It’s a beautiful tradition, when you think about it, to surround our coming in and going out with a brush with God. It’s also a reminder, as family members pass by, to pray and to trust that our prayers are being heard. That’s one of my favourite reasons for keeping a prayer box inside the home, as well, or for giving one as a gift. When you see the box, you’re reminded that things are supposed to go in it. In other words, the prayer box isn’t meant to gather dust; it’s meant to inspire a habit. That’s the real idea behind making a prayer box attractive – and the reason I think Iola must have decorated so many of hers. I imagined that, as each year came, she peppered a box that represented her life at the time, and then, she kept the box out where she would see it and be reminded that her Father was waiting to hear from her.

I wonder if Iola ever gave prayer boxes as gifts, just as that first box was given to her. Maybe that’s what she did with some of those many glass boxes she purchased from Sandy’s Seashell Shop. Do you think so? What better way to bind a family, help a friend struggle through an illness, see a just-married couple start off right, celebrate a tiny new life just born, send a graduate off into the world, than to give a prayer box and an explanation of what it’s for? The box can be something you buy premade or something you decorate yourself. If you’re hand-decorating it, why not personalise it with photos or favourite Scriptures?

Are you inspired to consider spreading the tradition of prayer boxing yet? I hope so. I could go on and on with ideas and stories here, but that’s another book in itself. If you’d like to learn more about how to use prayer boxes in  your church, your study group, your family, your ministry, your community, or as gifts, drop by for more information about prayer boxes, some examples, sample notes to include with prayer box gifts, and ideas for making, using, and giving them.

My wish for you is that, in this age-old tradition, you and others will find what Tandi found when she entered Iola’s blue room in her dream. May the glorious light fill you and shine upon you and draw you ever closer.

We all know who waits inside the light.


Lisa Wingate talks about “The Prayer Box”,

from Lisa Wingate by Tyndale House Publishers

OR if you prefer, you can watch this video on GodTube:
About the Prayer Box Novel from lisawingate on GodTube.

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Read An Excerpt of the Novel & my Favourite Passages therein:

On Lisa Wingate’s website, Chapter One of “The Prayer Box” is featured, which is where you start to realise the breadth of Ms. Wingate’s poetic voice that lights up the narrative prose as the opening scenes of The Prayer Box start to unfold.

The opening of chapter one is exactly how I draw back a breath of salt air into my being when I think of my respite whilst reading “The Prayer Box”: {page 1}

When trouble blows in, my mind always reaches for a single, perfect day in Rodanthe. The memory falls over me like a blanket, a worn quilt of sand and sky, the fibers washed soft with time. I wrap it around myself, picture the house along the shore, its bones bare to the wind and the sun, the wooden shingles clinging loosely, sliding to the ground now and then, like scales from some mystical sea creature washed ashore.

And, further into the story these passages have stayed with me: {pages 174 & 230}

What does a lighthouse do? I ask myself. It never moves. It cannot hike up its rocky skirt and dash into the ocean to rescue a foundering ship. It cannot calm the waters or clear the shoals. It can only cast light into the darkness. It can only point the way. Yet, through one lighthouse, you guide many ships. Show this old lighthouse the way.

You are not a God of endless harbors. Harbors are for stagnant sails and barnacled wood, but the sea… the sea is fresh rain and cleansing breeze and sleek sails. You are a God of winds and tides. Of journeys and storms and navigation by stars and faith. You send the ships forth to serve their purpose, but you do not send them forth alone, for the sea is yours, as well.

As well as one singular truth all parents try to get their children to understand: {page 274}

Hold the box up to the light,… See what happens to the cracks. Some of the hardest things you go through will teach you the most. Don’t let other people tell you who to be, Zoey. You are loved just the way you are.

As much as this passage reminded me of my own yearnings when losing someone I loved dearly: {page 341}

Forgive me, Father , for asking for another day yet, and another beyond that, when this one is so very beautiful. We, in our humanness, cannot help but foolishly desire eternity in this life.

Passages taken from “The Prayer Box” by Lisa Wingate. Copyright 2013 by Lisa Wingate. Used by permission by Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. As stated on their Permissions page, up to 500 words can be used for non-commerical purposes; and I am under that count at 291.

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View Ms. Wingate’s Pin(terest) Board of Inspiration for The Prayer Box, which also features the e-novella prequel The Seaglass Sisters. This board provides a way to see the nibblements of the Outer Banks, North Carolina, combined with an author’s perspective of positive affirmations, sea glass jewelry, and snippets of the essences of what these two stories will reveal. On 11th of August, via Southern Belle View Daily, she shared a recipe worthy of the Carolina coastline, which has a tie-in to The Prayer Box and its prequel, The Seaglass Sisters. It set the course, for all the Belles to share wickedly smashing shrimp and crab delicacies!

On 26th of August 2013, via Southern Belle View Daily, she revealed the bounty of blessings the project “The Sisterhood of the Travelling Book” encompassed whilst readers throughout the country shared copies of The Prayer Box and became as wrapped up in the soothing legacy of Ms. Iola Anne Poole! I couldn’t help but leave a note of gratitude on that posting, as I had only mere minutes ahead of reading that post finished the very last chapter, myself! My heart was a thankful one, for having discovered this book tour and having requested to be a part of it in time to participate! I noticed that she had posted another update on the travelling books on 21 July 2013; as well as an earlier glimpse into the story, about how to re-affirm and re-attach ourselves to our younger selves, back in April. A post that I remember like it was yesterday, yet it was first read in Spring!

You see, I have this sense about the books that I receive by way of book contests, book tours, First Impressions selections, or even, books that are gifted to me, or even when a hold at the library comes through,.. there are singular moments when certain books {such as The Prayer Box}, that reach you at just the right moment your meant to read the story contained within its pages. The stories I read tend to align with a knowing murmur of something I am either facing in my own life, a contemplation on life itself, or even, a wondering curiosity of a life unknown to me yet causes a stir for me to uncover and get to know properly. There are stories that alight in our lives at just the right moment, for whichever reason, and I am thankful to recognise their arrivals as more than a passing fancy or coincidence.

The Prayer Box arrived ahead of my undertaking of my first read-a-thon {Bout of Books, 8.0}, which I contemplated whether or naught, I ought to read it ahead of the event; apparently, my hesitation had a reason beyond the knowledge of what I knew then! You see, I had to bow out of the read-a-thon on Day Six, one day short of completion, due to a bad case of food poisoning and a severe migraine! This is the blindingly horrid migraine, that doesn’t allow yourself to function properly, as waves of nausea hit you with such a strong force, its like the salt-sprayed houses that dot the Outer Banks, wondering if their prepared for their next storm, yet unwilling to yield that its too strong to overcome! I ducked away completely to ride out the first day and night, as I mentioned just how miserable that first day was on my Day Six recollection post. When I emerged, I had the blessings of a natural migraine medicine to help attack the throbbing, as I longed to sit in my comfy chair and soak myself into the Outer Banks, and the story I was eager to meet that Ms. Wingate had penned. Its interesting how quickly you can shift gears, how quickly it is to realise one goal you had a week ago now paled in view, for another one that felt more important somehow. As if you had reached this insular place for a reason. With a heavy heart, a resolute constitution, and a wearing migraine that had struck me as one to stay for the long haul, I willed myself to open The Prayer Box.

Hours melted away before I even realised that my eyes were leaden down with exhaustion, and that there was a lingering dull ache where the throbbing had been earlier. I dozed off a few times before continuing on into the story of Tandi Jo and Iola Poole, whose lifepaths were crossing into each other by such extraordinary circumstances that I felt pulled into their living sphere of uncertainty laced with hope, and a resounding calming balm of the sea-salted air that a setting like the Outer Banks can provide. I nearly felt the salt on my tongue, as that is how real it felt as though I had transported myself directly into the setting! And, I knew, after that first day I spent in Fairhope and Hatteras,… there was an undercurrent of a reason I was meant to read this book, right here, and right now.

The full measure of how impactful this book was on me, falls into a personal realm, which I will not fully disclose through public eyes. To say that it was hard to summarise my internal thoughts and feelings on a book, that came into my hands at such a pivotal moment in my life, was quite a difficult undertaking! There are so many key phrases and paragraphs that I felt were speaking directly into my heart and my soul as I read this story, that it (the book) became very personal to me. The experience of reading The Prayer Box had a very powerful effect on me personally, for which I will forevermore feel gratitude to the author for penning a story that can ignite such a powerful tug of heartstrings to such a diverse readership such as the one she has accumulated.

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The Prayer Box by Lisa WingateSoaking into the world of “The Prayer Box”, I discovered something rather extraordinary: This world was quite familiar to our own, as it takes place in the modern world, straight-out of our national weather updates on the wrecking numbness that hurricanes can wreck on any seacoast they take into their sails to plunder! Ever since the 2004-5 through 2012 storm seasons, I daresay, no one from the Gulf Coast straight through to the Jersey Shore will ever look at a hurricane in quite the same way again! When you’ve lived your life on a peninsula, storm battered and absolved of tragedy depending on the year and which way the storms blow ashore, you dig into your toes a bit at the mere mention of a ‘storm season’ on approachment! The Outer Banks were always in the back of my mind as a place I wanted to visit, yet ever so trepidaciously proposed as I knew what that particular slice of Carolina shore was used to surviving! Including the sunken remains of ships long since forgotten by most who are not keen on nautical history.

I have a cursory knowledge of the area, but what I felt and sensed as I read into Ms. Wingate’s words, were the setting of the place that beckons to those who call the Outer Banks home. There is an other worldly precipitation, a sense of belonging and longing, etched by the sea and the sands, where time itself steps back and folds in on itself. A place where tourists might bring in the commerce, but its a community set apart from its contemporary counterparts, owning to its own rhythm and pace. Its not for everyone, mind you, as there is a lulling of serenity stitched into the counterbalances. Its a place to re-define who you are and re-invent who you want to be. Surrounded by the kind patience of people you’ve only just met, who know you’re on a journey without ever asking you the details of what led you to where you currently are. There are very few places like this left in our modern world of technologic craziness. Places where the strength and integrity of interlocking your life with those you will soon call neighbours still has importance and mirth.

As I settled into the atmosphere of The Prayer Box, I knew I was setting into a place I would one day hope to find for myself. Ms. Wingate is a lyricist in her prose, as her words ebb you into Fairhope and Hatteras Village, as smooth as dew on honeysuckle. She envelopes you into the time slips, edging out of Tandi’s reality and slipping back into the life of Iola, as simple as picking up a discarded and hidden letter, meant for the one who would read the words to unlock the manifold puzzle of her life through a life lived before her. The words etch this entire world into your heart, and the pulse of the sea, and the towne make you eager to elongate your stay long past the last chapter’s fold.

Her inclusion of noting the spirituality of perspective seen vividly in seashells, sea glass, and driftwood, pieces of life and time tossed and intermixed together on a shore of a beach that may not even have a name, is a key to how magical this setting is to ebb away any doubts about how discarded and alone we all may feel at one point or another. There are elements of truth hidden in plain sight for each of us to pick up, collect, and cherish. Fragments of a living whole and an interconnected bond that we share as we walk through our lives, blessed to interact with the natural world, and find remnants of our own faith in ordinary objects that yield extraordinary truths.

Her use of secondary characters to paint the inner and outer landscape of Tandi Jo’s turmoil is a writer with a deft hand to interweave the undercurrents of a woman caught in a sea of upheaval. For me, the use of the mysterious one-eared cat is the measure of how much uncertainty and mystery is in each of our lives. There are always a lilting of the unknown, of things yet revealed to us, that keep us at bay from the darkness, if we choose to walk in the footsteps of the light, but evenso, there are times where the unknown feels ominous and oppressive. Whereas if we give into our human-felt fears, we might dip into unwanted waters. The cat mixes the doubts, the fears, and the uncertainty of not always knowing the full scope of what is happening in our lives with the pleasure of unexpected company and a sliver of joy. Cats have notoriously always been noted as being able to walk and see through the veils of our time here and into the next realms. The fact that this particular cat is midnight-coal black and quirkly more elusive than most, paints the picture of how we truly never are fully aware of everything that is going on.

The unassuming science teacher, who dresses as if humourously engaged in a perpetual private joke, and readily engages children into to the classroom outside the walls of school, makes me smile in knowing there are still good teachers out there who care about teaching and lighting a young mind up with the wonders of what is just outside our own doors. His gentle grace in acceptance and understanding, long since gained from his own tragic circumstances, is a harbour in Tandi Jo’s second beginning at living a life she was only just starting to understand how to thrive in. Paul is the type of man we all hope to meet and find ourselves interlaced with because his calm goodwill enlarges our ability to draw close towards the fissures of love.

And, where pray tell would Tandi Jo, Zoey, and JT be without the incorrigible inclusions of Brother Guilbeau and Sandy {of Sandy’s Seashell Shop}!? I didn’t focus as much on Tandi’s children {Zoey, the unhappy fourteen year old and JT the reclusive nine year old}, but through the unexpected gifts of their new neighbours and community members, all three of the residents of Iola Anne Poole’s rental cottage {er, bungalow! I can hear Brother Guilbeau correcting me as he walks through the meadow grass from the church!} go through a transformative phase. They each peel away slowly from the protective shell they came into towne with and eased into their more authentic selves one day at a time.

The fusion of long-forgotten tradition with a touch of enlightenment for the modern world: Prayer boxing has a rather long history from what I have been able to ascertain from working on this lovely review!! I hadn’t quite realised how deep into history the idea of writing down our innermost thoughts and prayers to our Heavenly Father would run, but I knew one thing: as surely as the moon and the sun, this is one of the ways man has suspended himself in time. Letters are encapsolants of our lives wound together by the words and phrases we each choose to illuminate our worlds. We each find different ways of expressing ourselves, inasmuch as the words we choose to convey our innermost desires, hopes, dreams, fears, stresses, and fallacies. When you take the time to commit the prayer to paper, it fuses itself into a new form, where its not merely a whispered prayer held silent between your mind and God’s ears, but rather a fusion of conversation intermixed with prayer, that takes on its own breath of life. You tend to expand your thoughts as you write, as the mere writing the words for a prayer box letter is the expulsion of a well come undone, running over without a cork to catch the current of water sprung forth!

To watch the interplay between reading Iola’s long-lived life play out through her letters, tolled closely to mind, one of the last books I’ve read which was Letters from Skye. Being a correspondent myself, I can attest that we tend to share our most intimate secrets and dreams spoken into the space between where our words lift out of our hearts and cast down onto the paper where pen or ink encase them. Seeing Tandi Jo’s entire being shift and flow and evolve in her understanding of life on the purist of levels, as one letter led her to another, until the entire 81 boxes spilt forth a living testament of one woman’s chosen path of how to live gave her the courage to seek out a new life for herself, and her children is beyond miraculous. Sometimes I think, letters are an everyday miracle. The words that the letter writer chooses to etch into the paragraphs and lines, sometimes has a way of resounding the truth of what the receiver needs to hear. Perhaps even, at a time the letter was first composed, the importance of what was said was not even known. This is true in real life as much as it in the reality of Tandi Jo and Iola Anne Poole.

We are all pebbles cast into a sea, finding each other when our paths are not even known to cross. I smile on this analogy as much as Chinese wisdom of understanding the red thread that connects us, heart and soul.

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As butterflies alight in our lives at the moment we need a reassurance of knowing someone is listening to us as we cast our thoughts heavenward whilst walking out in nature, so too, do our heartfelt prayers sometimes need a guiding force to help us understand our path in this world. Prayers are harder to give assurance towards, as they’re singularly our individualistic communication with God. Its one of the rare moments, where we are entirely alone and yet not alone at the same time. Our human nature is as such as we thrive more on communicating where we’re a component of two, rather than a solitary seeker of one. Yet. By casting these whisperments of prayer, fueled and stitched with heart, hope, and courage onto the surface of paper, inked and penned with our thoughts, we are stepping towards a new level of communication. One that allows us the tangible connection we seek. And, if we find a way to leave behind these thoughts, and memories of our lives as they were lived, without fear of judgement or criticism, to lend themselves a calming balm to someone down the road into the future, perhaps then, the circle is nearly complete, as we impart our experiences to another who needs a map to sort out their own path.

Tandi Jo is a girl not yet a grown woman in her self-image view of her current situation. She has issues with shedding the past hurts and issues she has been dealt since being forced to separate from her loving grandparents who taught and guided her when she was younger. Growing up in foster care, one placement after another, she was never taught how to trust much less how to acknowledge the difference between love and infatuation. She’s betwixt a heady situation that either could harden her more than she is, or enable her to move forward in a way that would finally shed the skins of the past, like the caterpillar who becomes the butterfly. Her entire time in the Outer Banks inside The Prayer Box, is a cocooning lesson in how to achieve true success and a living creed.

Iola Anne is a humble child of God whose faith in the everyday spillings of ‘grace’ as it trickles out into the lives of those who live around her, walks her faith in a quiet testament of philanthropy. Her life is marred and marked by the times she was bourne and raised, having come into this life at the age of servants and a class in life where the colour of your skin could hold you back. Her unexpected departure from her family home, hinged her spiritual life to her living lifepath. She learnt that a simple act of grace had more weight than any other thing she could ever hope to give. Little ripples of unknown kindnesses over a lifetime of giving back to a community she felt rooted into set the stage for one last gift to be opened.

There is more to living than existing, especially when you have two children under wing who need your guidance and your security. What I appreciated the most from the story, is the journey Tandi takes towards redemption and self-enlightenment. She truly is wrapped around the tender arms of the past, on a path towards understanding how to let go and let be, whilst finding that true friendship isn’t something that you have to force into your life. Sometimes, it walks in whilst your not expecting to find it. Sometimes life truly takes you to where you need to be in order to heal from the inside out. And, if returning to the one place where as a young girl Tandi felt the most secure and loved, then how can that not lead to her more authentic self!?

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On how being of service to others is as natural to me as drawing a breath of air:

Ever since I was a young girl, there has been a measure of kindness etched into my veins. It started even before I can draw a date to mind, whereupon my parents and I would give away food, clothes, toys, or other necessities to those in need. When I was a young girl, I gave my outgrown clothes to a young girl at my church.  She always felt special as she felt she had inherited a piece of my closet! She made me blush a bit in hearing those words of affection, but just knowing that the clothes were now loved by another was enough to make me know I had made the right choice. Its not always easy to decide what to give or know what gift is best for each situation, person, or need that your trying to fill. As I grew, those choices become compounded by local, state, national, and global calls for help. Over the past few years, I have been giving back to deployed soldiers and chaplains through Soldiers’ Angels, as I was called as a young girl to write letters, yet never knew how to fill a page worth sending! I am thankful, that 20+ years later, I would not be as gun-shy to write a letter, but be able to send little care packages of hope and faith to those who are deployed so very far away from home.

In the Spring of 2013, my Mum stumbled across two national knitting charity calls for knitters to send in 8×8 squares to form a love blanket for the victims of the Boston Bombings. This was the first time we had the opportunity to reach out on such a national level to impact the lives of those we had been holding close in thought and prayer. To not only overcome the tragedy of that day, but to rise up again, and find peace in living. On a local level this year, we were given the chance to knit in tandem six prayer shawls before the Winter holidays set in. The patterns of which were up to us to find and the yarn was provided by donations. As each stitch we knit is met by the needles that wind the patterns into graceful lines, we silently impart our prayers. These are only a few examples I am choosing to share, as the willingness to give and to serve others has become a part of my life. There are many more ways in which I would love to give one day, and I pray that I am given the opportunities to always strive towards making someone’s day or life a bit better and enriched by a kindness they were not expecting to receive. I gain a boomerang of love back each time I set my own affairs aside and focus on someone who needs what I can give.

I could directly relate to Iola Anne Poole, who hesitated in life to allow others to know what she was up too, and how much she cared about her ‘charges’, as I would refer to them as I read her story. There is something to be said that the art of giving needs no attribution, no sign of gratitude, no recognition of any kind, because the heart of the giver always wants to uplift the heart of the receiver. For this I know to be true, because it is a life that I am already living.

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Inspired by the premise of the book, Jorie, her Mum {Bairbre}, and her Da decided to undertake the project of setting up a Prayer Box! She originally was going to start off by altering an office supply store’s ‘box’ for 6×9 envelopes, decorating it to reflect an introspective reflection of what the pieces and fragments of paper might reveal once their words were either spoken OR read. A project that one family chose to participate in, as an inwards journey towards acknowledging the Light that is always readily near-to-us, if we take a moment to be mindful of where we are and how we are living. However, in lieu of noticing that the prayer letters she, her Mum, & Da were composing were quite longer in length than she originally thought they would take them, a second plan materialised!! To use an Angel motif hat box to use as her family’s first prayer box!! In this way, it wouldn’t matter if their prayer letters were written by hand or composed on a computer, whichever way their hearts poured out onto the page, this prayer box could handle it!!

They started off by selecting to read passages out of: “Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Tough Times: 101 Daily Devotions to Inspire & Support You in Times of Need” by Susan M. Heim & Karen C. Talcott, which Jorie won through a bookaway contest hosted by The Christian Fiction Historical Society, in April 2013. She received the book directly from an author [Marilyn Turk] , {without an obligation to post a review}, who is one of the featured writers who shared a story that speaks about the path God chooses to place us on that might run counter-current to the one we feel we are meant to walk ourselves. We read aloud Ms. Turk’s story and prayer settling into the mindset of the Prayer Box Project, aligning our thoughts and hearts towards an inward state of reflective pause, before each heading off to write their first prayer letter!

This is how they continued to begin each evening for the three weeks leading up to “The Prayer Box” release day!! After concluding dinner, the read-aloud became a calming balm and a way to not only share the stories inside a book geared towards anyone going through economic hardships but to draw an inner peace in knowing that there is a hand in the mix who is forevermore guiding us, helping us see what we feel we’re blind to seeing, and inspiring us to step forward each day with a renewed sense of Hope and Light.

Three weeks of Prayer Boxing has revealed: For Jorie, to not always be consumed by the days that tick off the clock where she hasn’t been able to write down her heart’s voiced prayers, but rather, to focus on the days where her mind and heart are conjoined in unison! Those are the days to write her prayer box letters, because the everyday for her, is generally lit with too much activity or stress, to lay a proper pause on what she wants to say or lay bare to give over to another who is better equipped to wrap his hands around the situation! Therefore, during the days she wasn’t able to write the letters, she found herself curled into a more focused prayer life, where her words were lifted silently rather than through text. The calming ebbing of uplifting stories of trial and tribulation through the devotional book set the pacing she found herself needing to serve as an anchor.

In full conclusion, the prayer box project is still underway in her family, because like life, it takes time to sort out the rhythm and pace that is best for the person who is participating. Everyone arrives at the door in their own unique way and in their own timing. The prayer box will continue to be filt with letters, both typed and hand-written, as whomever writes the letter will use the best method for them, as its not the vessel the words are on that matters, but rather, the imparting of the message to the paper, and the experience the writer achieved whilst composing it.

On 4 August 2013, Ms. Wingate wrote a spotlight post on Southern Belle View Daily, featuring a visual tutorial on how to construct a prayer box by hand using everyday objects, materials, and inspirations!

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Ms. Wingate, throughout the hours you have spent pouring your innermost thoughts and whisperments of prayers into your own personal prayer boxes, what would you say was the most beneficial part of the experience? What draws you back to write more notes?

Ms. Wingate have you ever given away a prayer box where the receiver came back and said how it affected their life? Altered it in some way, and changed them thereafter?

Ms. Wingate you have composed a prequel {The Seaglass Sisters} as well as “The Prayer Box”, do you find yourself motivated to continue the storyline in future installments, or do you think it best to stop with these two stories?

Expanding on this, excerpts from a Q & A with Lisa Wingate:

You originally had the book set in Texas. What made you switch to the coastal setting? My special reader-friend, Ed Stevens, visited the Outer Banks (his daughter Shannon has a beach house in Duck) after Hurricane Irene, and he asked me to set a book in the Outer Banks to draw attention to the destruction there and the plight of residents—Irene was mostly thought of as a “nonevent” because it didn’t hit New York, etc. as was predicted. But the damage was very bad.

It’s a post-hurricane story, and we’ve had our share of hurricanes here in Texas. We lost our family beach houses (relatives on the coast) during Ike several years ago, so I understand the aftermath of having family treasures scattered to the tides and the feeling of losing a place you’ve loved and where you’ve made memories.

Your fans make big impacts on your writing—and your family. How did your aunt Sandy contribute toThe Prayer Box? Aunt Sandy is my mom’s sister, and while she and my mom (who I based the character Sharon on) wish I would have made them a bit younger in the book, they are great inspirations. My aunt designed her character and the Seashell Shop and made beautiful sea glass necklaces, glass boxes, and hummingbird suncatchers that will be given away as reader prizes. She is an amazing glass artist.

What’s the overall message? In this cyber age, it’s more important than ever to equip families with ideas for generating family table talk and storytelling. My first mainstream novel, Tending Roses, was inspired by stories shared by my grandmother. I’ve since watched that book travel around the world, and her stories— those simple remembrances from a farmwife’s life—have affected many lives. Our stories have amazing power and value, yet we’re in danger of losing that tradition of sharing our stories, particularly with the next generation.

Tell us about the e-novella prequel toThe Prayer Box you’re releasing in July. Titled The Sea Glass Sisters, this is a story of the sisterhood in Sandy’s Seashell Shop, a prominent theme in The Prayer Box. In this prequel, Sandy’s sister, Sharon, and Sharon’s daughter Elizabeth travel to the Outer Banks determined to convince Sandy to move back to the family land in Michigan and give up Sandy’s Seashell Shop before the financial costs of hurricane repairs bankrupt Sandy. The three women end up riding out the second hurricane on the Outer Banks and form a life-changing sisterhood.

How did you write twenty books in twelve years with kids at home? I’ve always loved to write, but I didn’t get serious about freelance writing and selling until after I’d graduated college, married, and started a family. I wrote and sold various smaller projects in between naps, diapers, and playgroups. And when the boys were older, during soccer practices, in carpool lines, while helping with homework, and in all sorts of other situations.

People often ask me if I need quiet in order to write. With boys in the house, if I’d waited for quiet, the writing would never have happened. I learned to lose myself in a story amid the noise of life and I loved it that way.

I asked myself what makes a story last, what really makes a story worth telling and worth reading? I wanted to write books that meant something, that explore the human soul.

I came across a notebook in which I’d written some of my grandmother’s stories. I’d never known quite what to do with those stories, but I knew they were significant in my life. When I rediscovered the notebook, I had the idea of combining my grandmother’s real stories with a fictional family who is like and unlike my own family. That little germ of an idea became my first women’s fiction novel, Tending Roses.

Now that the boys are practically grown and the house is often quiet, I’m redefining the writing routine again. Just as in books, life is a series of scenes and sequels, beginnings and endings, and new discoveries.

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This blog tour is courtesy of:

The Prayer Box Virtual Book Tour

“The Prayer Book” Virtual Book Tour Roadmap:

  1. 20 August: Review & Book Feature @ Sorry Television
  2. 25 & 26 August: Guest Post & Review  @ Afternoon Bookery
  3. 29 August: Guest Post @ Books a La Mode
  4. 31 August / 1 September: Review & Interview @ To Be A Person
  5. 1 September: Review @ Jorie Loves A Story
  6. 3 September: Review @ Kritter’s Ramblings
  7. 4 September: Interview @ SupaGurls Blog
  8. 5 September: Review @ Tanya’s Book Nook
  9. 6 September: Review @ Tattooed Books
  10. 7 September: Review @ Karma for Life Chick
  11. 9 September: Review @ Lit Lit Learn
  12. 10 September: Review @ Bless Their Hearts Mom

IF you came into the tour a bit late in the schedule be sure to go back around and see what everyone has featured on their respective blogs! Good books like these are meant to be celebrated and savoured! Enjoy your ‘roadmap’ and travels!!

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“Seaglass Sisters” Book Trailer, from Lisa Wingate

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“The Prayer Box” Book Trailer by Tyndale House Publishers

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{SOURCES: Cover art of “The Prayer Box”, Lisa Wingate’s photograph and biography, the Author’s Note about ‘The Prayer Box”, the Q & A with Lisa Wingate, and the blog tour badge were all provided by JKS Communications Literary Publicity Firm and used with permission. Both the interview with Ms. Wingate and the book trailers by Tyndale House Publishers & Lisa Wingate had either URL share links or coding which made it possible to embed these respective media portals to this post, and I thank them for this opportunity to share more about this novel and the author who penned it. Passages taken from “The Prayer Box” by Lisa Wingate. Copyright 2013 by Lisa Wingate. Used by permission by Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. As stated on their Permissions page, up to 500 words can be used for non-commerical purposes; and I am under that count at 291. Blog Tour badge provided by Parajunkee to give book bloggers definition on their blogs. Post dividers by Fun Stuff for Your Blog via Pure Imagination.}

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Posted Sunday, 1 September, 2013 by jorielov in Balance of Faith whilst Living, Blog Tour Host & Reviewer, Book Trailer, Inspirational Fiction & Non-Fiction, JKS Communications: Literary Publicity Firm, Life Shift, Mother-Son Relationships, Single Mothers, The Outer Banks, Women's Fiction