This guest post today really tickles me, and perhaps you can see why, given the title of this blog (big grin!)
Please welcome author Ada Brownell as she shares some thoughts about the subject, and talks about her new book, Peach Blossom Rancher
Also please note: FREE Books!
Ada Brownell’s book, Peach Blossom
Rancher, an Inspirational Historical Romance, will be FREE from 11/20 to 11/24 on
Amazon: A handsome young man
inherits a ranch in ruin and hopes to bring it back to its former glory and
also marry a beautiful young widow who is an attorney. But she takes up the
case of a brilliant doctor committed to an asylum because of one seizure. Will
the rancher, the attorney, and the asylum patient achieve their dreams?
Suspense,
romance, humor, murder, insanity, hope, fun, wrapped in a Western you won’t
forget.
Now, read on...
WHY WHISPER?
By Ada Brownell
We whisper for different reasons.
For instance, whispers can be romantic. Here a quote from my historical romance, Peach Blossom Rancher:
The next morning at the railroad station John disregarded Valerie’s black mourning dress, pulled her close and pressed his ready lips to her lightly painted ones. She blinked, and her eyes opened with surprise. Yet elegance radiated from her whole body.“We didn’t have much time together,” he whispered near a small ear that held a diamond earring. A pleasing fragrance filled his nostrils. “I don’t want you to forget me when you get to Boston."
A whisper can also keep the wrong people from hearing what you say. This conversation occurs in an asylum for the insane in the same book.
Dillon, a physician committed because of one seizure, introduced them to Jimmy Cook, a former teacher paralyzed from the waist down, admitted only because of the paralysis.
A short distance from the other patients, Dillon told about Curly Hicks who had a thought disorder and Bobby Ward, who tried to kill his stepfather.
Archibald grasped Dillon’s shoulder. “Is there any way you can contact me?”
Dillon bent toward his ear, but Valerie could hear. “There is one really nice guard. I think he might mail a letter for me.”
“We anticipated that.” Archibald slid paper, two envelopes, and stamps from underneath his shirt.
Valerie turned her back, reached into her bosom, and brought out two pencils and handed them to Dillon. “Be careful,” she whispered. “The wrong person could use these as a weapon.”
The Bible talks about whisperers, who cause harm. The Psalmist wrote in Psalm 47:1 “All who hate me whisper together against me; Against me they devise my hurt.”
Some of us whisper when we pray. Here’s another example from Peach Blossom Rancher:
Abe prayed a powerful prayer for each person around the table, and goose bumps raised over John as he whispered his own prayer before lifting his head. Tears pooled in Bellea’s eyes but didn’t spill onto her cheeks.
Another quote: The sheriff’s voice sounded like he’d been eating sauerkraut. He stared at John. “I’ll wait until after Doc examines him and talk to a few people, but if I don’t get some answers, I’ll have to put you in jail.”
“Jesus, help me,” John whispered. With all he had to do on the ranch, he didn’t have time to sit in jail and wait for an incompetent sheriff to decide how B.J. died.
Many times I’ve sent a heavenward prayer in a whisper.
“God carries a big stick, doesn’t he Ada?” a co-worker asked me in the midst of a debate I wasn’t even a part of. What could I say? I knew everyone in the newsroom could hear my answer.
“Help, Lord!” I whispered.
Immediately I said, “I don’t know how we can look at [the]cross and say that.”
Another time a young friend came to see me and told me her widowed dad had remarried.
“I hate her!” she said. “He does all sorts of nice things for her he never did for my mom.”
I didn’t want to encourage such feelings. “Help me, Lord,” I barely breathed.
Immediately I had the answer. “Your dad gives her those good things because he wishes he’d done them for you mother,”
The girl and the stepmother developed a loving relationship after that.
God even whispers.
Elijah ran for his life when Jezebel wanted to kill him. Thinking he was the only prophet left, he hid in a cave. When God first tried to get Elijah’s attention the Lord commanded, “Go out, and stand on the mountain.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind, an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.
Elijah heard it, wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. God said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” 1 Kings 19:11-13 (KJV)
That experience set Elijah’s feet back on the right path doing things for God.
Solomon wrote, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.” (Proverbs 25:11)
Ada Brownell, a
devoted Bible student, has written for Christian publications since age 15 and
spent much of her life as a reporter for The
Pueblo Chieftain in Colo. She also is a veteran youth Christian education teacher.
After moving to Missouri in her retirement, she continues to write books, free
lance for Sunday school papers, Christian magazines, write op-ed pieces for
newspapers, and blogs with stick-to-your-soul encouragement. She is the author of
seven books and more than 350 articles and stories published in Christian
magazines. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Ozarks
Chapter of American Christian Writers. She and her husband have five children,
one in heaven, eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
Her books: Read sample chapters on Amazon or listen to
the first chapter of Imagine the Future
You. Her Amazon author page is https://www.amazon.com/author/adabrownell
Connect with Ada at:
- Twitter: @adabrownell
- Amazon Ada Brownell author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001KJ2C06
- Google https://plus.google.com/u/0/+AdaBrownell/posts
- Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1654534.Ada_Brownell
- Blog: http://inkfromanearthenvessel.blogspot.com Stick-to-Your-Soul Encouragement
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