Kim Vogel Sawyer
I predominantly write historical stories. I love slipping through a portal into the late 1800’s or early 1900’s. But every now and then, characters who belong in a contemporary setting whisper in my ear and ask to have their story told. Such was the case for From This Moment.
At least ten years ago, one of my dearest friends, Eileen Key, showed me an article in a magazine about a young Amish woman who wove items from donated clothing and sold them to raise money for missionaries. She suggested, “Wouldn’t it make a neat story if she found something unusual or valuable in the pocket of one of the pairs of donated pants?”
Every now and then after that, she’d ask, “When’re you gonna write that story about the weaver?” The weaver had already made herself known in my mind, but I’m not a mystery or suspense writer; the story would have to be more than finding the item’s owner. And suddenly Jase Edgar stepped into the picture, and right behind him came Lori Fowler.
Jase is a young man struggling with doubt. He’d committed to serving the Lord overseas as a missionary, and then tragedy struck. With the foundation of his plans shattered, he questioned whether God really cared, or if God was even there. Don’t we all have those moments of confusion and questioning when things don’t go the way we expected? His new “chapter of life” as a youth pastor feels like a farce. How can he teach kids to trust when he’s lost his trust in God? A wise minister named Merlin Kraft—inspired by my father’s boyhood mentor—will gently bring Jase back on track.
Lori and I have a lot in common. We both lost our moms—a devastating blow—and in grief and loneliness, we turned to a common comfort: food. My heart went out to Lori, who only wanted to feel as if someone was always there for her, the way her mother had been. Well, food is always there, but it isn’t as “fulfilling” as Lori wanted it to be. Lori’s journey from using food as her comfort to leaning on Jesus is a very personal one, and I pray her discovery will encourage others to let go of worldly things that can never fully satisfy and rely on the only One who is able to fill and complete us.
Then, of course, there is the weaver, Kenzie Stetler, born MacKenzie Hochstetler to an Amish family in Indiana. She always tried to follow the community’s expectations for behavior, but she never felt as if she could do enough to be right with God. Then, on her rumspringa (the running-around period young people experience before joining the church), she met a group of college students who shared Ephesians 2:8-9 with her and told her how to receive salvation, thanks to Jesus’ work and God’s grace. From the moment Kenzie accepted the gift of grace and truly believed her place in heaven was forever secure, her life changed. From then, she performed works not to earn salvation, but as a loving outflow in appreciation for what Jesus had done for her. Kenzie’s character—a woman who still believed many of the things she’d been taught as a child—was inspired in part by the magazine article referenced above and in part by a dear, former-Amish couple in Ohio who set aside works for the assurance of grace-given salvation.
I only have one regret concerning this story. My friend won’t see the book in print. She graduated to glory during the editing stage. But you know what? She’d accepted the gift of salvation offered through grace, so she is now in heaven with her Savior, seeing much greater things than a published book. And that assurance makes my heart smile.
Award-winning, bestselling author Kim Vogel Sawyer wears many hats. As a wife, mother, grandmother, song-singer, cat-petter, and active participant in her church’s music and women’s ministries, her life is happily full. But her passion lies in penning stories that share the hope we can all possess when we place our lives in God’s capable hands. She and her retired military hubby live on the beautiful plains of Kansas, the setting for many of Kim’s books. In her free time, she enjoys quilting, traveling with “The Hubs,” and spoiling her quiverful of granddarlings.
Kim Vogel Sawyer
When I was a little girl, my parents tell me, I had myriad imaginary friends with whom I carried on conversations and brought along on every excursion. Well, here I am, well past my “little girl” age, and I still have imaginary friends. I just put them into my stories.
A lot of writers are plot-driven. They come up with a scenario and then place characters into the situation. I’m character-driven. I see a vintage photograph in an antique store or a picture in a magazine, and something in the person’s expression captures my attention. Then curiosity compels me to learn that person’s backstory. As imagination takes a flight of fancy, the character develops in my mind and begins to reveal his or her situation, as odd as that might sound to people who are normal (you know, people who don’t write fiction for a living). And that is how Addie Cowherd, Bettina Webber, Nanny Fay Tuckett, and Emmett Tharp came to life in my head and subsequently on the page.
A couple years ago, I saw a photograph of a young woman on horseback handing a book over a cabin’s railing to another woman. The caption indicated it was a Pack Horse Library delivery. With my curiosity stirred, I did a little research about the program; and before long the woman on horseback in the photograph introduced herself as Bettina Webber, a life-long resident of Boone’s Hollow, Kentucky. Bettina harbored two secrets, and the money she earned as a pack horse librarian was going to take her out of the hills and to a big city before anyone in Boone’s Hollow could uncover those secrets.
As I usually do when the elements of story are cooking in the back of my mind, I did an online search for photographs of the Depression Era. I found a winsome-faced young woman who raised her hand and timidly requested to be included in the story. So city-dweller Addie Cowherd joined the band of horseback librarians…but not by choice. This job was a thorough distraction from her goal of finishing college and becoming a novelist.
A serious-looking young man also caught my eye. He grew up in Boone’s Hollow and—thanks to scholarships—earned a college education, but how was he supposed to make use of it during a time when jobs are scarce? Returning to Boone’s Hollow, where men made their living running illegal moonshine or laboring in the coal mines, was never his intention. But sometimes life takes us in directions we couldn’t foresee.
One last image—a woman with snow white hair and a gentle expression full of smile lines—grabbed hold of my heart. I knew she belonged in the story. Because she didn’t have anywhere else to belong. She’d faced endless rejection during her lifetime, but maybe…just maybe…she would find a friend in this city gal who’s come to help with the book-carryin’. Wouldn’t that be something?
It never ceases to amaze me how people in a one-dimensional image become three-dimensional in my mind. But they do. And somehow in the course of telling their stories, I learn something along the way. One of the themes that grew intrinsically from these characters’ interactions is how each of us possess a deep need for love and acceptance. So often, like Bettina, we try to force someone to love us, and sometimes that “someone” doesn’t have our best interests at heart. Or, if we’re more like Emmett, we try to earn love by turning ourselves into someone we really aren’t, and our heart’s call gets trampled in the process. Love is a wonderful thing, but it fails to satisfy us when we look for it in wrong directions.
Nanny Fay’s life was rife with disappointment, yet despite her many heartaches, she was content. She leaned into the source of love that never fails, never rejects, never demands, and never ends. She taught me that no human relationship, no matter how wonderful, will last forever. Everything of earth is temporal, but the relationship she had with her Source of Love is eternal. Because she had tapped into the true Source of Love, she was able to share His love with those around her. Her tenacity to be kind even the face of unkindness challenged me to follow the biblical instruction of being kind even to one’s enemies. Oh, how I fell in love with this woman who let life’s hardships make her better instead of bitter.
I truly wish Nanny Fay lived next door to me. I’d invite her for coffee every day. Since that isn’t possible, I’ll just visit her on the pages of The Librarian of Boone’s Hollow. I suspect she’ll welcome me as openly as she welcomed Addie. Won’t that be something?
Best-selling, award-winning author Kim Vogel Sawyer is highly acclaimed for her “gentle stories of hope.” Readers and reviewers alike are drawn to her books and the life lessons contained within the pages. Kim dreamed of being a writer from her earliest memories, and her little-girl dream came true in 2006 with the release of Waiting for Summer’s Return. Now with over 1.5 million books in print in six different languages, she praises God for blessing her far beyond her imaginings. When Kim isn’t writing, she enjoys traveling with her retired military hubby, quilting, performing in community theater, and spoiling her quiverful of granddarlings.
