Jennifer Slattery writes soul-stirring fiction
for New Hope Publishers, a publishing house passionate about bringing God’s
healing grace and truth to the hopeless. She also writes for Crosswalk.com,
Internet Café Devotions, and the group blog, Faith-filled Friends. When not
writing, Jennifer loves going on mall dates with her teenage daughter and
coffee dates with her handsome railroader husband.
Visit with Jennifer online at JenniferSlatteryLivesOutLoud.
When
Dawn Breaks:
As the hurricane forces Jacqueline to evacuate,
her need for purpose and restitution propel her north to her estranged and
embittered daughter and into the arms of a handsome new friend. However, he’s
dealing with a potential conspiracy at work, one that could cost him everything,
and Jacqueline isn’t sure if he will be the one she can lean on during the
difficult days ahead. Then there are the three orphans to consider, especially
Gavin. Must she relinquish her chance at having love again in order to be
restored?
Read a free, 36-page excerpt here: http://issuu.com/newhopedigital/docs/slattery_sampler/1
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Jennifer Here:
Thanks for hosting me today. I'm excited to share about the origins of my book, When Dawn Breaks.
It was haunting. Terrifying. Heartbreaking. And for many,
life changing. To this day, I wonder where many of the men, women, and children
I met in the wake of Katrina are. Hopefully they’ve moved on with their lives,
but I know they’ve never forgotten the incredible devastation that ravished the
Gulf Coast that summer in 2005. Back then, I had no idea my experiences—what
I’d witnessed—would one day find their way into one of my novels.
The initial idea came as nothing more than a fleeting
thought: “Imagine a story based on hurricane refugees, refugees who can’t stand
each other, or at the very least, find it incredibly difficult to tolerate one
another, but who, because of the storm, are forced to live together.”
But the thought left my brain as quickly as it came, and I
went about my life which included homeschooling our daughter, serving in our
church, and showing Christ’s love and grace to the massive number of storm
refugees that flooded our town.
To be honest, I can’t even remember how I learned of
Katrina. I’ve never been one to watch television, and it all happened so fast.
One minute, everyone was going to church, going out to eat, buying groceries,
whatever, the next minute, everyone was scrambling to find shelter for the
massive number of storm refugees being bussed into our cities and towns. First
came Katrina, displacing hundreds of thousands of people from their homes, and
shortly after, Rita hit, resulting in an estimated 1.5 million refugees seeking
aid and shelter.
Though our family lived far enough from touchdown to remain
unaffected personally, we saw the effects in the faces of the thousands
clogging our library and milling about our stores. And we did all we could to
help. Churches were by far the first responders. Some housed refugees in their
basements, others turned their sanctuaries into make-shift food pantries.
Honestly, it was a beautiful thing, to see so many churches, so many families,
come together to help their fellow man.
My hope in humanity grew during that event. I know the news
portrayed things as horrible. They showed the looting, the filth, the
devastation, and yes, there was that. But there were also incredible displays
of love and generosity.
One family in particular made a lasting impact on me. They
went to our church, and they had adopted two children from Romania not long
before. Those children who understood what it was like to have nothing, and
this understanding birthed within them a deep compassion. When they heard of
other children being displaced by the storm, of losing everything, they were
moved to action; they donated their treasured stuffed animals. If you have
children, you know what a big deal that is. My daughter, aged 17, still has her
most prized childhood “friends”.
I’ve thought of those children and what they did often, of
how their experience of pain enabled them to understand the pain of others, and
at such a young age! But these children did much more than empathize—they
engaged and found a way to help.
These children and the many loving, generous, compassionate
women I watched serving in the aftermath of Katrina, found their way into my
novel, When Dawn Breaks. Hopefully,
through the lives of my characters, people will catch a glimpse of the beauty I
saw amidst the terrible storm. There’s an important analogy, I feel, here.
Storms hit, sometimes so hard they knock us down, but even in the worst of it,
there’s beauty. Sometimes we just need to look a little harder to find it.
Dawn here:
Jennifer will be happy to answer any questions that you have. Feel free to leave them in the comments.
