Welcome back, Mesu. Tell
us about your salvation experience.
I was raised in a Christian home—a spiritual mutt. Mom
charismatic. Dad Quaker. Paternal grandparents ordained ministers (both grandpa
and grandma) in the Pilgrim Holiness denomination—then switched to Nazarene,
and then Wesleyan. Scripture was the weapon in my family’s theology wars, and I
wanted nothing to do with God by the time I was twelve. I was an alcoholic by
nineteen. When I was a sophomore in college, my boyfriend of five years broke
off what I thought was an engagement, and I tried to end my life. A week later,
my best friend and her fiancé invited me and her fiancé’s best friend, Roy
Andrews, to attend a high-school-alma-mater football game. I’d known Roy since jr. high. He
was as pagan as I was, but when he wore a tie to the football game, I knew
something was different. When he didn’t cuss or show his red-headed temper
while telling us that his roommate wrecked his car earlier in the day, I
thought the folks at a Texas Christian college had brainwashed him! He denied
it and said Jesus had changed him. I laughed. I only agreed to a second date as
a challenge to see if he could keep up his holy-roller act. But the second date
turned into three weeks of dates. The realization that he was so thoroughly
different, completely changed, brought me to the saving knowledge of Jesus that I needed. I poured
out my last bottle of black-label Jack Daniel’s (whiskey) the next morning. I
married Roy Andrews six months later, and we’ll celebrate our 35th anniversary
in June. J
What a testimony! I
love hearing them. You’re planning a writing retreat where you can only have
four other authors. Who would they be and why?
Francine Rivers – for three reasons: 1) because she came to
Christ later in life and writes real stories; 2) because of her wonderful dry
sense of humor; and 3) because she’s insanely talented and my favorite fiction
author.
Liz Curtis Higgs – also three reasons: 1) same as
Francine—came to Jesus later in life and has a humility about her that
saturates a room; 2) forget dry sense of humor—she’s just crazy fun! And 3) I’d
pick her brain on how to get soooooo much done and still have time to breathe!
The last two are men—they’d have to sleep in a different
cabin! But I’d invite James Scott Bell and Donald Maass because I’ve learned so
much about the writing craft from both of them. Though they have significantly
different styles, they’re fascinating teachers and passionate about writing.
I know all of them,
besides Donald Maass, personally and agree with you wholeheartedly about each
one. Do you have a speaking ministry? If so, tell us about that.
Yes, I enjoy speaking, but because of some chronic health
issues and increasing writing deadlines, I don’t do it as often as I once did.
I’m looking forward to sharing about the themes in Of Fire and Lions at the
writer’s conferences and women’s events in 2019. I still have some openings in
the 2020 calendar and will begin to share about the next release early that
year, Isaiah’s Legacy, the sequel to Isaiah’s Daughter. My favorite weekend
conference topic is still “Sacred Love, Sacred Dance,” a journey through the
entire Book of Song of Songs exploring intimacy with Christ.
What is the most
embarrassing thing that has happened to you and how did you handle it?
I was a Mary Kay consultant when our first daughter was a
year old and had the opportunity to do the makeup for one of my high school
friend’s wedding. We finished the makeup on the bride, the bridesmaids, and the
mothers of both bride and groom. I helped my friend get her dress on and stood
back to appreciate the stunning image. She looked A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! But then she
realized she hadn’t painted her nails! “No worries,” said the Mary Kay
lady-friend from high school, “I’ll paint them right where you stand.” We only
had five minutes before she was to walk down the aisle, so someone handed me
the bright red fingernail polish. I’d almost finished the second coat when
someone asked what time it was. I looked at the watch on my wrist—and
unwittingly tipped the bottle of red polish… Yep… The collective gasp nearly
sucked all the oxygen from the room. I saw spots before my eyes and the red
polish in a streak down the front of the bride’s pure, white taffeta. I.
Wanted. To. Die. Every woman in the room went into “fix it” mode. One tried
acetone to remove it, and the taffeta started to “melt” before our eyes. I just
stood there with the polish still in hand. Slack-jawed. Stunned. Mortified.
Finally, someone grabbed some liquid white-out (like we used to use to correct
typewritten pages) and covered the red with that. I called out, “I’m so sorry!”
as she walked out the door and got a laser-death stare from her mother. I sat
in the back row for the wedding and left before the reception. Fast forward to
our 20th high school reunion—this precious woman never mentioned the fiasco.
Fast forward another fourteen years, when I have a conference in this woman’s Texas town. She picks me
up from the airport and chauffeurs me to my hotel. I finally worked up the
courage to ask her how she ever forgave me. “Mesu, there were so many other
hard things that happened that day,” she said. “A little fingernail polish on
my dress was the least of my worries.” What a great lesson in perspective and
grace!
I love that. People
are always telling me that they’d like to write a book someday. I’m sure they
do to you, too. What would you tell someone who came up to you and said that?
I tell them it’s easier to write a book now than ever
before. If they’re interested in writing about their life and memoirs, I
suggest they do it through Amazon’s KDP program, where they can sell copies
one-by-one at any price they set. It’s simple. They don’t need a publisher. And
they can make changes for themselves if they find errors or typos. This is the
perfect solution for those who simply want to write something for family and/or
friends to read. If they’re serious about making writing more than a hobby,
that’s a completely different animal. That requires commitment, passion, and a
willingness to withstand multiple rejections—possibly never being traditionally
published—on the journey to sharing their work publicly. Lots of folks want to
write a book but few have the passion or calling to publish one. I wrote for
twelve years before signing my first contract and endured countless rejections.
If writing is just a whim…let it pass.
Good advice. Tell us
about the featured book.
Survival. A Hebrew girl first tasted it when she escaped
death nearly seventy years ago as the Babylonians ransacked Jerusalem and took their finest as captives.
She thought she'd perfected in the many years amongst the Magoi and the idol
worshippers, pretending with all the others in King Nebuchadnezzar's court.
Now, as Daniel's wife and a septuagenarian matriarch, Belili thinks she's safe
and she can live out her days in Babylon
without fear—until the night Daniel is escorted to Belshazzar's palace to
interpret mysterious handwriting on a wall. The Persian Army invades, and
Bellili's tightly-wound secrets unfurl with the arrival of the conquering army.
What will the reign of Darius mean for Daniel, a man who prays to Yahweh alone? Ultimately,
Yahweh's sovereign hand guides Jerusalem 's
captives, and the frightened Hebrew girl is transformed into a confident woman,
who realizes her need of the God who conquers both fire and lions.
Please give us the
first page of the book.
"King Belshazzar gave a great banquet for a thousand of his
nobles. . . . He gave orders to bring in the gold and silver goblets that
Nebuchadnezzar . . . had taken from the temple in Jerusalem , so that the king and his nobles,
his wives and his concubines might drink from them. . . . As they drank the
wine, . . . the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of
the wall."
—Daniel 5:1–2, 4–5
I’d never seen a sesame seed grow until I came to Babylon almost seventy years
ago.
At harvest time my husband, Daniel, looks to the tiny seed
as cause for great celebration. How inconsequential is a miniscule seed? How
incomprehensible its yield? How unbearable the process of growth? A seed is
buried. It dies. Then sprouts. And grows. It blossoms. Dries and dies again to
be plucked up and used for the purpose of its planting. My husband’s purpose in
celebration was to mark the passing of years toward prophecy’s fulfillment—now
just futile poetry. But it caused me to remember things I’d rather forget.
It was a day I dreaded all year long.
I picked up my polished-bronze mirror and tucked a stray
tendril of gray curls beneath my new linen head scarf, noting in the reflection
his fidgeting behind me. He always had trouble tying a jeweled belt, but his
fingers seemed more trembly this morning. Was he nervous too?
I set aside my mirror and crossed the bedchamber, nudging
his hands aside. “Let me do it.” Though both his hands and mine were spotted
with age and lined with bulging blue veins, at least mine were still nimble.
He cradled my head and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Thank
you, love. What would I do without you?”
I finished the knot and gazed into his rheumy eyes, as
smitten as I’d been sixty-six years ago. “Let’s hope you never find out.” I
laced my arm through his. “Let’s go downstairs. The children are waiting.”
He opened our chamber door, and lively family sounds floated
up from the courtyard below. We descended the stairs slowly since Daniel’s feet
pained him. Waiting in our lush green courtyard were three generations of our
descendants seated around four long rectangular tables. Four daughters with
their husbands. Twenty-one grandchildren. And thirty- two greats.
Two conscientious grandsons met their saba Daniel at the
bottom of the steps, one supporting each elbow. I was left to follow—alone. The
snubbing had begun.
“I’m fine,” he protested. “Tend to your savta.”
“But Ima said your feet have been paining you, Saba .” Our oldest daughter’s firstborn offered an obligatory
nod at me. “Shalom, Savta.”
I returned the nod with a half smile but remained silent,
refusing to mock the peace such a greeting offered. One glance at our oldest
daughter, Kezia, assured me there would be no shalom today. She stole sullen
glimpses at me while standing beside her husband, Sheshbazzar, the prince of Judah ’s exiles in Babylon . Our other three daughters stood arm
in arm with their husbands, eyes trained on the abba they all adored.
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Thank you, Mesu, for
sharing this new book with my blog readers and me. Last weekend, my pastor
started a sermon series on The Kings of Babylon .
This book is very timely for me.
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22 comments:
Thanks for inviting me to your blog again, Lena! Always a pleasure to chat with your readers.
Hello from Pensacola Christian College!
I thoroughly enjoyed Isaiah's Daughter, and I'm sure this book will be no different.
Patty in SC
Hi Rebecca! Thanks for taking a break from the books to say "Hi!"
Patty, I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed Isaiah's Daughter! And we're neighbors. I'm in NC!
I live in the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas. My husband it pastor of a small rural church. I love well written Bible fiction and Mesu's books are so well researched and Scripturally accurate, which is so important to me. I totally enjoyed Treasures of the Nile series as well as several others. I would so love to win a free copy of this story about Daniel. I guess I assumed he didn't have a wife, so I am very intrigued by this!
Hi Ozark Grandma! I'm an Appalachian Gma! ;) I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Nile series. It was so fun to write! I hope you get to "meet" Daniel's wife. She's a pistol!
I've been to Pensacola Christian College (we take our teens to their Teen Extreme Camp every summer!) as well as the Ozark mountains in Arkansas, though I live across the border on the Missouri side of the mountains. :-)
I am really interested in reading this book! Mesu has been on my radar for a long time but somehow I've never gotten around to reading any of her stories yet. This one sounds particularly fascinating to me.
I have loved all of Mesu's books, including this one, and would be thrilled to win a copy to give someone I know would enjoy it greatly! I live in Indiana.
What a fascinating story. I've never thought of Daniel's life from the perspective of his wife and would love to read Bellili's rich story.
Sandy Q TX
Hi Erin! You had me at "Mountains." Hubby and I live in the NW corner of NC in the Appalachian mtns and love it here. Let me give you a little tip. If you sign up for my newsletter (www.mesuandrews.com), you get a free novella and can read something I've written for FREE whether you win my book or not! Then you'll know if you want to read anything else I've written. LOL! Blessings on you, dear one!
Hello, sweet Kathryn! Fun to see you here. Big hugs to you! ;)
What an exciting story! Danial is full of God's miracles and this is one interesting story. Vivian Furbay of CO
Hi Vivian! Yes, I was so excited to dig into Daniel's story. The research was fascinating, and the miracles--well, they were so fun to let my imagination soar as I wrote those scenes!
Hello Lena and Mesu! I'm excited to read Daniel's story.
Caryl K in TEXAS
I came upon this page by chance and having set a goal to make time to read this year...I think Of Fire and Lions may get me started!
Very interesting story, I'm sure! Please enter me in the contest.
misshoneybee(at)gmail(dot)com
Oops, I forgot to say:
Melissa from TN
misshoneybee(at)gmail(dot)com
Enter me in your awesome giveaway!!
Conway SC.
Hi, Sandy Q! Writing a familiar Bible story from a different POV is one of my fav things to do. My first book, LOVE AMID THE ASHES, was the story of Job from his wife's POV and another woman, Dinah--Jacob's daughter. It was fun to explore their historical family connections. ;) Daniel's historical research was every bit as interesting. Such a fascinating book to write!
Hi, sweet friend Caryl! You're a TX girl like Lena, huh?! I'd forgotten that!
Hey, Gwendolyn! I thought I replied to your comment and Caryl's the day you both posted, but it must not have saved. So sorry, gals!!! Gwendolyn, I'm so glad you happened upon this page and hope you'll enjoy the book!
Hello to Melissa in TN and Sharon in SC--y'all are neighbors! I'm in Boone, NC! ;)
Thanks for this giveaway.
Connie from Kentucky
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Hi Connie in KY! Thanks for stopping by!
So excited for this novel!!
Elly -Indiana-
Hi Elly! Welcome, to a fellow Hoosier!
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