"When I began writing Hush in the Storm, a strong urge to deepen the plot poked me, the way a hangnail continues to snag clothes until you clip it. Through my storyline, the Light of Christ should expose a social issue of our times, but also illuminate a path to redemption as a positive outcome. However, I feared this issue—whatever it was to be—might overshadow the main plot.
For several weeks I prayed about it. Meanwhile, I flew to Indianapolis to give two workshops at my denomination’s triennial conference for women as well as to share a vendor’s table with another Christian author. Beside us were the vendors for Women at Risk(WAR) International, a non-profit organization rescues trafficked women and children and leads them to Christ. After talking with the missionaries for two days, I volunteered to be one of their advocates by selling crafts made by these women and encouraging church groups to do the same.
Thickheaded as I was, I didn’t hear God’s whisperings. I just knew my heart had been pierced.
Later that month, a young a woman in my congregation received a calling to go to Cambodia on a mission trip to liberate trafficked women. As we laid hands on her for protection, I thought, “Wow, this is really a problem in the world.”
Within two weeks, another young woman asked to join my critique group. She’d been a missionary for trafficked teens in Romania and had just been hired by a mega church to write a blog and lead a similar program for area youths at risk. When she told me this was why she wanted to join a writer’s group I burst out laughing. Puzzled looks zeroed in on me. I threw my hands to the air and said out loud, “Okay, Lord. I get it.”
Thus, the subplot of Hush in the Storm developed. With the help of these three missionaries as well as through dialogs with Christian lobbyists in D.C., my eyes were opened. So, I wanted the same to happen for my protagonist, Jen. I decided to write about trafficking from a middle class woman’s point of view, not the victim’s. Jen’s struggle to find her lost faith and purpose in life is mirrored in her bumbling efforts to save two illegal teens caught in the snare of a trafficking cartel. Wouldn’t you know it? The editor assigned to me at Prism Book Group is also a WAR advocate. God does work His purpose out."
Freelance writer, author, and professional speaker Julie B Cosgrove leads retreats, workshops, and Bible studies. She writes regularly for several Christian women websites and devotional publications and has been repeatedly published in multiple devotional chronicles. In February, 2013, she was commissioned by an international relief and development fund to write a mission-based Bible study.
Julie has written three Bible studies, a devotional, an inspirational guide. She has three fiction novels published, and is currently working on two more novels. She is a member of North Texas Christian Writers, Advanced Writers and Speakers Association, American Christian Fiction Writers, Toastmasters International, Daughters of the King, North Texas Christian Women's Chamber and the Christian Writers Network. Julie is widowed, has one grown son, and lives in Fort Worth, TX with two cats.
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Jen, a young widow floundering in the storm of mourning, whose only lifeline is her humdrum job, is tossed into a maze of deceit and intrigue by a coworker named Tom...at the request of her late husband, or so Tom says. He kidnaps her and fakes her death to keep her safe from the cartel who he thinks caused her husband's "accident." Together, they are thrust into a tempest of danger and deceit where no one is whom they claim to be. The list of people Jen can believe in keeps diminishing. Who can she trust while dodging the Feds, human traffickers and the press who've discovered she's alive? How will Jen rescue the two held-captive girls she befriends without drowning them, Tom, and herself in the waves of betrayal, especially when she's begun to suspect her husband may not be as dead as everyone thinks...HUSH IN THE STORM