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Sunday, November 08, 2009

Now I am giving away Seeing Things by Patti Hill!

To enter your name into the drawing for this book simply post a comment about a time when you heard from God in an unexpected way. If you can't think of anything then tell me a funny grandma story. Or you can do both. Have fun! I'll pick a winner next Sunday.

About the book:

Birdie Wainwright, 72, isn't concerned about seeing things that others can't. For a woman who still climbs mountains with her dog (Miss Bee Haven) and likes to tango, the impractical visions brought on by macular degeneration are just another gift from God, adding more adventure to life. But when a tumble down the stairs breaks her ankle and leads back to her son's home in Denver where she must convalesce, Birdie's imagination really takes flight. Following a conversation with her grandson about The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, she begins to see and speak with the unkempt literary character himself on a regular basis. As the line between reality and whimsy turns brittle, faith is tested among friends and loved ones, and hope is reborn.

Seeing Things is a story about family, reconciliation, and hearing from God in unexpected ways.

My thoughts:

I read the prologue and the first three chapters of this book. I like it. It's snappy and the main character has the total internal dialog of a granny perfected. It's a cute story so I should finish this one. :)


Anonymous said...

I just barely remember my grandma but I DO remember her giggle. Always made me laugh, too!
Please enter my name in your draw. Thanks.

Linda said...

When I was telling my husband's older sister that his job is secure, he told me I should sit down. He was let go. I immediately inside rebuked his statement, as that job has opened for him. Two days later, he got the job! Definitely a word of knowledge from the Lord!!!
desertrose5173 at gmail dot com

fredamans said...

I can say honestly I don't have a funny grandmother story, or think I've had a spiritual moment like that. I hope I can still be entered, as this book peaks my curiosity.

Thank you.


Casey H. said...

God has spoken to my heart in many different ways, but one very powerful was when I was writing my story. Stressing out, doesn't get the work done. God's peace gives the inspiration!

Book looks good!

Anonymous said...

Both of my grandmothers died before I was old enough to have memories of them.

I heard from God in an unexpected way the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. I was sound asleep about 4:00 am and woke up with a start with the feeling I needed to say Psalm 23. Usually this would have scared me, but I was calm. A few hours later the church secretary called and told me what had happened. Later that day while I was at work (at a government contracted job), they played President Bush over the intercom as he addressed the nation. When I heard him start Psalm 23, it reaffirmed my feeling that I had heard from God.

Abi said...

God has spoken to me in many ways, but one time was when I was seeking about college course to take.

ABreading4fun [at] gmail [dot] com

Carole said...

The first time I remember hearing from God was at a church camp vespers service when I was 16. I had been given the gift of music and planned to go into a teaching career, but that evening I distinctly felt God calling me to use my talent for ministry. I know that any career can be ministry for the Christian, but this was a specific calling and I've served in the worship ministry for 45 years now.

I've read one of Patti's books and love her style of writing. Thank you for the giveaway, Michelle.

cjarvis [at] bellsouth [dot] net

Anonymous said...

I heard God speak to me in church one Sunday as I was pondering what career path to choose. I listened.

Patti Hill is a fabulous author...

karen k

Jack Robinson GySgt., U.S.M.C., Ret. said...

Asd a single parent of two wonderful little boys, being in the military and just before payday, I found myself with no money for food or gas. As a drove by a church in our communtiy a fifty dollar bill blow though the air and landed up-under my windshied wiper. With the guidance of God, I took care of my two sons.


Lee Smith said...

I have a question. How does the author indicate the conversations with the "imaginary" people/internal dialogue? Is it all done in italics? Is there a lot of it? Does it bother you?

My WIP has characters who have limited telepathy. They have long conversations like this - and sometimes in the midst of verbal conversations with each other and other people. My editor believes italics would be "too hard on the eyes" so I have been looking for other ways to indicate this kind of language but have only seen italics in print. Her fix is to either cut the dialogue or come up with examples that show lots of italics works okay - or something else that does the trick and looks good.

As for your question, God has spoken to us a couple of times in unique ways. Once he told my husband to quit his job through a song. We had just bought a house and made the first payment and he had no job lined up - so I was terrified. He also told me to be quiet and not talk to my husband about this, because I would have talked him out of it.

Another time we had just moved and my husband was deployed right away. Our paycheck was messed up & moving was expensive with starting all the new service and making deposits on everything - plus we had driven halfway across the country staying in hotels and hadn't been paid back for that yet. So our checkbook was empty. It came down to where we were short money. I went & bought groceries and then got another bill and didn't have enough to pay it. I cried and prayed to God - but didn't even tell my husband. He came home and we went to church. On the way there I told him about the bill. He promised to track down our paycheck and make it right. The church secretary handed us a white envelope with the exact amount (incl. change) that we needed for the bill. She said it was an anonymous gift and she didn't even know who it was from. It was on her desk with instructions when she arrived. When we got home, a bag of frozen chicken thighs was on our doorstep. We hadn't told anyone - but God knew.

I could tell lots of stories like that.


Anita Yancey said...

One evening when I was little I simply refused to eat. I said I wanted Grandma's food. So my father took me to my Grandma's to eat. Even though my Grandma was serving the same thing my mom made, I ate it and said it was the best food in the world. My Grandma was so touched by it that she sat down and cried. But it gave my mom and dad a big laugh. They still tell that story today.


Michelle Sutton said...

And the winner is...


You'll enjoy this book! I'm about halfway through it.

Anonymous said...

Yea!!! Thanks so much Michelle. I can't wait to read it!!

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