Christy Brunke Let’s Chat! Featured Favorite

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Christy Brunke, author of Snow out of Season, appears as my Featured Favorite this week. Snow Out of Season was a #1 Amazon bestseller in two categories and was Library Journal’s Christian Fiction Debut of the Month in November 2015. I’m delighted to present Christy’s first novel as one of my favorites.

Christy and I “met” in cyberspace in 2015, as we were two of the three winners of the Jerry B. Jenkins Operation First Novel contest. Christy placed 3rd, Clarice James placed 2nd, and my The Calling of Ella McFarland placed 1st.

Sharing this billing resulted in my getting to know Christy Brunke as personally as two people can considering you’re floating around in cyberspace. We actually met face to face at the American Christian Fiction Writers conference in 2017. This meeting confirmed my previous cyber impressions of this author, wife, and mother. 

Christy Brunke equals a breath of warm enthusiasm and devotion to the Lord. And she’s the author of a keeper of a novel. Period.

Christy is offering a hard copy of Snow out of Season to one drawing winner.

P.S. Jane Theriot is the drawing winner!

My Take on Snow out of Season

Christy BrunkeSnow out of Season by Christy Brunke is a book every pastor and youth pastor should have on his/her shelf. Here’s why:

The United States ranked 13th in the world in the number of abortions performed in 2018. That’s better than previous years and definitely better than 1st place, but how wonderful if we were LAST place. 

Abortion is an emotional subject that can spark more fire than light. So a book that presents the issue in novel form from the perspectives of two key players of two different generations–and one that does so with the creativity and sensitivity of Snow out of Season deserves to be highlighted.

Teens and adults will enjoy this unforgettable story.

Snow out of Season, a la the Back of the Book

Shannon Henry is just starting to put her life back together after the death of her infant daughter when she discovers she’s pregnant again. Afraid of losing another child, at first she hides the news from her husband Wade. When her doctor presents her with the choice of either raising a child with Down syndrome or terminating the pregnancy, Shannon is torn. Then things strangely start going missing—their wedding picture, a bracelet with charms for their three children, Wade’s clothes on the floor which she’s always complained about. And why is she having nightmares about losing her husband?

Leslie Gardner is a high-school senior in 1979 who dreams of becoming a professional ballerina, but she discovers she is pregnant too. If she has the child, her chances of a dancing career and college are over, but her friend shows her another option. If she secretly has an abortion like her boyfriend wants, her problems will be over and her life can go on as planned.

While Shannon wrestles with her sanity, Leslie struggles with whether or not to tell her parents. Each must make a decision that will alter both the future and the past forever.





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Lord, we declare You the Creator of all and the originator of life. As such, we lay our babies at Your feet and pray You’ll bring the slaughter to an end. Please bless Christy as a wife, mother, and writer. And multiply tenfold the good from each word she writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake


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2 thoughts on “Christy Brunke Let’s Chat! Featured Favorite

  1. So timely for what our country is going through with all the abortion issues. Sounds like a good read for every age group. My mother, pregnant at forty-five, was told by family doctor to abort. She went to a specialist who saved both she and the baby. I applaud any woman who is willing to put her child’s life ahead of every other circumstance. Your book sounds encouraging .

    1. Hi, Jane. So good to get your comments. Bless you!


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Three Pairs of Hands

“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
Matthew 7:9-11 NIV

Recently my granddaughter Ella and I put our heads and hands together as my mother and I did decades ago, albeit over a different sort of project.

Ella’s mother, my daughter, was turning 45, and we wanted to create something special for the event.

Three pairs of hands_Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

A wooden inlaid cross my husband Al had created caught my eye. It would make the perfect centerpiece for a string of beads … a necklace for a daughter who loves jewelry. 

Ella and I jumped into the car and buzzed to Michael’s. No need to ask for assistance. We knew the way to the “make-you-own” jewelry aisle. 

Ella pointed. “There, Mama D.”

“Wooden beads. Perfect.”

“Look, they come in different colors.”

“Which ones match the cross?”

“I think the brown and beige. How ’bout you?”

I nodded.

“And there’s a package of gold ones.”

“For contrast. Perfect.”

And off we hurried toward home.

Three pairs of hands: Ella’s, Mother’s, and mine.

Gifted in “put-together” skills, Ella was assembling complicated puzzles before she started to school. She’s the “go-to girl” for whatever falls apart. So stringing her mom’s birthday necklace was easy as pie. 

As I observed my aged hands working beside Ella’s, the contrast was extreme. Tendons and bulging veins, age spots and lines mark the backs of my hands while hers are soft and smooth. Which took me back to 1958 when I completed my first sewing project at age 12.

Three pairs of hands. Mine, Mother’s, and her mother’s.

As a 4-H farm girl, learning to sew was a given. Mother’s Singer hummed in its on-again/off-again manner long into many a night. I learned to cut out a pattern and manipulate the foot pedal and presser foot with Mother standing over me and guiding me with her hands.

Three pairs of hands. Grandmother’s, mother’s, and daughter’s.

My hands contrasted to Mother’s in those days, as they did twenty years ago not long before Mother died, and as Ella’s do to mine today. One generation teaching another, passing on the skills former generations had passed to them, is a tradition in our family, as it was with the McFarlands in The Calling of Ella McFarland.

But our two pairs of hands didn’t work alone. Three pairs of hands worked together to produce a lovely necklace: Ella’s, mine, and my mother’s.

Such thoughts brought to mind another time, another place when other hands created another project with far greater results: Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Genesis 2:7 NIV

Three pairs of hands. Father, Son, & Holy Spirit.

The Lord didn’t leave the man alone, nor did He abandon the man’s descendants. God taught His people to pass on their knowledge of Him to their children: Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Deuteronomy 6:5-9 NIV

In each family when parents teach their children, a third pair of hands joins them. When invited.

Have you invited the Lord to join you in your daily life? Have you asked Him to lead you as you lead your children? Or set His hands alongside yours to guide them? He will. Just ask.

Dear Lord, When You entered our world through Jesus, You changed the course of all history and spanned the great gulf between us and eternity. We invite you to enter our homes today … our families … our hearts. Set Your hands alongside ours and guide us unto all generations. For Jesus’ sake.

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