{"product_id":"a-land-of-sheltered-promise-isbn-9781578567331","title":"A Land of Sheltered Promise","description":"\u003cb\u003eFollow three women from three eras in the Pacific Northwest as they discover a place where miracles really happen—based on true stories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1901: \u003c\/b\u003ePlagued by  loneliness on the Big Muddy Ranch, a sheepherder’s wife awaits the outcome of her  husband’s trial for murder. He is sentenced to life in prison—and she to life without  him. But a startling event could redeem their pasts and transform their future.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e1984: \u003c\/b\u003eAgainst a backdrop of attempted murder, federal indictments, and the first case  of bio-terrorism in the U.S., one woman seeks to rescue her granddaughter from within  the elaborate compound of a cult that has claimed the land.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e1997: \u003c\/b\u003eOn the much-reviled,  abandoned cult site, one woman’s skepticism turns to hope when she finds that what  was meant to destroy can be used to rebuild—and in the process realizes a long-held  dream. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For three women seekers united across time, a remote and rugged stretch  of land in the Pacific Northwest proves to be a place where miracles really happen—and  the gifts of faith, hope, and charity are as tangible as rocks, rivers, and earth.Congratulations to Jane Kirkpatrick for her 2006 Phoenix Desert Rose Golden Quill Finalists Award for \u003ci\u003eA Land of Sheltered Promise!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eA Land of Sheltered Promise\u003c\/i\u003e is historical Christian fiction at its best. The reader comes away with a clear vision of the land, of the people who occupied the land, and of a Supreme Being who ties it all together.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e--The Historical Novels Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A story of inspiration and courage as only Kirkpatrick can write.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e--Roundup Magazine, Western Writers of America\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Classic Kirkpatrick…tightly written, honestly conceived and executed, deeply moving and exciting.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e--The Statesman Journal, Salem, Oregon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What does this Jewish reviewer derive from this and Kirkpatrick's previous novels? In people of all faiths or no apparent faith, growth begins with a desperate step in a new direction.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e--Harriet Rochlin, author of Pioneer Jews: A New Life in the Far West\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eJane Kirkpatrick\u003c\/b\u003e has authored more than twenty books, including \u003ci\u003eThe Daughter’s Walk\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eWhere Lilacs Still Bloom\u003c\/i\u003e. A lively speaker, Kirkpatrick is a frequent keynote presenter for conferences, women's retreats, fund-raisers, and workshops.  Jane believes that our lives are the stories that others read first and she encourages groups to discover the power of their own stories to divinely heal and transform. She lives with her husband, Jerry, in Central Oregon.PROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1887\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike tufts of cottonwood seeds fluffed by winds beside a stream, the tiny dots of white nibbled over the purple hyacinth hills. \u003ci\u003eMy hills, \u003c\/i\u003eEva Cora Thompson thinks. \u003ci\u003eThose are my hills. \u003c\/i\u003eShe hears a distant crying, raises her eyes to her father in question. “Sheep,” her father says and points to the white tufts. “Motherless lambs you’re hearing. They make a mournful sound.” Eva leans forward, brushing her face against her father’s woolen vest. He smells of whiskey and soap. Her mother’s cool hand pats Eva’s. A large bird whistles above them, dancing with the wind, its shadow a reminder that they aren’t alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEva shivers in the icy April breeze despite her sheltered position on the buckboard between her parents. Her father puts his arm around her mother’s shoulders, tugging both her and Eva toward him. Chin raised in pride, he pronounces: “Those hills are where we’ll make our mark in this grand landscape. The land will help us do that, Cora,” her father says. “The land and that Muddy Creek that cuts it and the John Day River that furls like a ribbon along it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe slaps the reins against the mules’ backs, and the wagon totters down the stage road into the valley below. Eva smells the glycerin her mother presses against her lips before running the pasty gel over Eva’s. “The air’s so dry,” her mother complains. Eva hasn’t noticed. So much to see, to hear, to feel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who’s that?” Eva asks. Her father pulls up the reins and stops.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe squints.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good eyes,” he says. “Looks like root diggers. Hahn said the Indians move through here. It’s that time of year. We’ll have to find out which roots are edible. Supplement our supper.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wild roots?” Eva’s mother asks. “Is that safe?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“They’re eating them. First fruits of the land.” He smacks his lips to urge the mules on, and the wagon rolls closer to the small gathering. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn old brown woman with a colorful neckerchief wrapped around her head straightens at their approach. She leans against a stick. Each or her children holds a small stick too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So many children,” Eva’s mother whispers. Eva counts: one, two, three, five, seven.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hahn says when a parent dies of consumption or meets some other untimely death, aunties and uncles and grandparents fluff the Indian children under their wings.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I guess they never have any orphans that way.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer father taps his fingers to his hat. “Morning.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman clusters the children around her like a hen her chicks. “Looks like a good morning for digging,” her father says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman hesitates, then opens up her waist bag. She pulls out stringy-looking roots and offers a handful, open palm, to Eva.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Go ahead,” her father says when Eva looks up at him. “It’s a gift\u003cbr\u003eof the earth.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEva takes the roots. She watches the eyes of the children. She looks at the shining faces of her parents. \u003ci\u003eHere are friends and food and family in the shadow of purple hills. \u003c\/i\u003eShe’s never felt so safe or loved.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt is not a feeling that will last.A Novel Inspired by True Stories of the Big Muddy Ranch","brand":"WaterBrook","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305532117221,"sku":"NP9781578567331","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781578567331.jpg?v=1767720587","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/a-land-of-sheltered-promise-isbn-9781578567331","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}