Lyn Interviews Biblical Author Jill Eileen Smith

My guest today author Jill Eileen Smith has chosen to bring to life many Biblical women. Now she is writing a series about the Wives of the Patriarchs. Jill is also offering to give away one copy of Rebekah, her newest. Here’s Jill’s interview:

In what ways does your heroine show strength? And where does she draw this strength?

In my new release Rebekah, we meet a woman whose story in the Scriptures centers on her betrothal and marriage to Isaac, and later as a mother to twin sons. We know she is beautiful and deceptive, but little else about her is known.

We are told of Isaac’s love for Rebekah, but can only assume how Rebekah felt toward Isaac. We do know that before the twins were born, God spoke to Rebekah and revealed to her that the older would serve the younger. The Bible does not tell us whether Isaac was privy to that prophecy.

But Rebekah never forgot the prophecy, and she spent her life working to get Jacob (the younger) the blessing she believed, by God’s promise, he deserved. Strife between Isaac and Rebekah rose due to their separate favoritism toward their twin sons. (Rebekah favored Jacob. Isaac favored Esau.)

Rebekah drew strength from the promise of God, but she did not always trust that God could fulfill His own promises. In the process, she made some choices that led to long-lasting consequences, with which she had to learn to live, whether she liked them or not.

 

To purchase, click here. Rebekah: A Novel (Wives of the Patriarchs)

Share one fun or interesting fact about your life or books.

My grandmother was a no-nonsense German woman who made quick decisions and knew how to get things done. During the summers, on days that my mom worked, I would stay with my grandma. She taught me how to bake pie, play pinochle, and my favorite thing, to love story.

Grandma had a box of old photos, taken during the days of her youth, and in the afternoons, after her work was done, she would allow me to pull out the box of pictures and ask her questions about each one. Those pictures held a wealth of stories of her childhood, her courting days with my grandpa, and the early days of her marriage.

I didn’t know then that someday I would grow up to write stories rather than just tell them, but I believe my grandma’s willingness to share her history with me set in motion my love of history and of story. We are shaped in part by our experiences, and she had a positive impact on mine.

Jill’s grandmother certainly had an excellent way of transmitting the oral history of family stories to Jill.

I shared one about my son. Here’s the link. http://booksbylyncote.com/SWBS/uncategorized/death-by-paint…te-mothers-day

Do you ever talk to your grandchildren or children, telling them family stories? Would you share one with us? Or one your grandmother or mother shared with you? Share and you’ll be entered into the drawing for a copy of Rebekah.–Lyn

PS: Last week’s WINNERS are Melissa (mja)who won Jessica Keller’s book and Betti Milinksi won Camy Tang’s book! CONGRATS!

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27 Responses to Lyn Interviews Biblical Author Jill Eileen Smith

  1. Debbie Curto says:

    I love hearing about the time my grandparents loved on a farm and the pigs was chasing me and then the time I fe out of the upstairs window. I love telling my grandchildren about the times I went to work with my grandmother who used to work at a laundry mat. It was fun cleaning and washing clothes not so anymore. I would love to win this book as I really enjoy Jill Eileen Smith books

    • Thanks, Debbie. I’m so glad you enjoy my books!

      Falling out of an upstairs window had to hurt! I have never worked at a laundromat, but I don’t mind doing laundry. Dusting, cleaning bathrooms, washing floors – those are things I wouldn’t mind handing off to someone else! :)

      ~Jill

  2. Megan Parsons says:

    I remember my mom telling me about living across from the zoo when she was a kid and they used to sneak box turtles in the zoo and put them with the other turtles.

    • Were the box turtles smaller than the other turtles? I wonder how they fared at the zoo?

      When I was a kid, I had two baby turtles as pets. I named them Pebbles and BamBam after the Flintstones! :)

      ~Jill

  3. Johnette Ferguson says:

    I will share a story my grandmother told. It is about my great grandmother who grew up with 6 older brothers. They teased her all the time. All the kids where all outside playing and the boys were shooting. They grabbed my great,great grandma’s prize laying hen and put a bucket over it. They then teased my great grandma telling her there was no way she could shoot the bucket. Of course she took them up on it…and shot. Killed the hen. The boys started shouting….and Great great grandma came out and was going to punish my great grandma. She was so mad as this hen was all the food source (eggs) they had. She really would have hurt my great grandma…all of a sudden a tall black gentleman picked my great grandmother up and put her on his shoulders for protectin. This was certainly not allowed at this time in history much less in the south….he began to explain how he watched what the boys had done and that it was not my great grandma. After he told the truth and knew she would be safe, he walked away….my great grandma turned to say thanks and the man was gone. They hadn’t seen him come or go. My great grandma always said he was an angel sent by God just to save her that day!

    • Johnette Ferguson says:

      I meant to type protection not protectin…lol and I forgot to leave my e-mail : sunydey26@aol.com

      • Johnette – what an interesting story! My grandmother hated to eat chicken because as a child she was the one who had to pluck the feathers. She might have had to kill them too. I can’t remember. She would put catsup in her chicken noodle soup – probably to mask the chicken taste!

        But I love the part about the man who saved your great grandma. Hebrews13 tells us that sometimes we entertain angels unaware. Perhaps he was.

        Thanks for sharing your story!
        ~Jill

  4. Liz says:

    My mom was the family story teller for the most part, but I remember my grandmother describing how she waded into the river to drive fish into the weir.

    Rebekah sounds quite interesting, Best wishes and thanks for the giveaway.

  5. My mom likes to tell the story of how her and my dad met and finish it with how I got my name. It is really long so I will tell the short version. I was named after Rebekah in the Bible because my Dad prayed for a sign as to who he should marry (like for Rebekah in the Bible) and my mom fulfilled it.

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  7. Judy Burgi says:

    I remember Grandma Porter use to sit with all of us cousins on her closed in front porch and she would tell us about our Mothers or Fathers when they were younger. I remember her telling us one story about my Mom and my Mom’s Sister (Aunt Bertha). Mom was eating a stick of Rhubarb and my Aunt kept begging her for a bite of it. Mom kept refusing. Aunt Bertha kept asking and Mom kept saying no. Finally Mom had had enough and when Aunt Bertha asked again Mom said o.k. and told Aunt Bertha to open up her mouth. Mom shoved that Rhubarb nearly down her throat! Needless to say, Mom got a whipping!

    I would love to win a copy of Rebekah. I love Jill’s book!

    Blessings!
    Judy
    judyjohn2004(at)yahoo(dot)com

  8. Kathy DiDomizio says:

    My mom used to tell how she met my father as a pen pal. My dad is from Spain and had come to the US as a refugee of the Spanish Civil War. When he was just out of high school, he enlisted in the Air Force during the Korean War and saw one of his bunkmates writing a girl back home. He asked him if he knew anyone he could write, and the bunkmate gave my dad my mom’s name as she was a friend of his from high school. Mom was interested in writing because she was still in high school studying Spanish at the time. Anyhow, they kept writing, and dad came to live in mom’s hometown so that they could date after his time in the military.

  9. Jasmine A. says:

    No kids or grandkids but I love the stories my Grandpa told, he had a stroke and he doesn’t remember them anymore but I do.
    My favorite story from my Grandpa is this.
    When he was young he lived with his 4 brothers and parents in western Montana. They lived outside of town on a hill so it was about a mile down to school. In the winter time the 3 older boys would get on their slide and ride down the hill to school, the teacher would stand by the road to make sure they didn’t get hit by a car. One memorable day the boys got on their sled and took off, the snow was very deep that year and it was like sliding through the bottom half of a tunnel. They were going pretty fast and couldn’t stop so there was nothing they could do when they found a wolf occupying the trail. They couldn’t stop and the wolf couldn’t jump out of the way. Grandpa was in the middle and he said that the wolf was so close that its tail nearly slapped his little brother in the face. After a ways of them nearly running the wolf over, the animal was finally able to jump out of the sled trail and it vanished.
    Now I guess the story does sound far fetched but when Grandpa told it none of the details varied. It was Montana in the 1930’s and it was pretty wild then, still is. So, I believe him and his wild, wonderful tale.
    Jasmine A.
    montanamade(at)gmail(dot)com

  10. Kimberly & guide dog Abby says:

    I don’t have children, but I remember my grandma loved to tell us stories. She told me all kinds of stories about her growing up with my aunts, stories about my dad and uncles. My mom has told me the story of my grandma naming me. As the story goes per Mom, Mom and my dad couldn’t decide on a name for me. Grandma had a dream one night, then told them what my name should be. Since they couldn’t come up with anything better, they went with grandma’s suggestion. Neat huh?

    (mylab1122) at [gmail] dot (com)

  11. amyc says:

    Yes! I love to tell family stories. I’m the family historian. I got it from my grandpa and grandma. Grandma passed over year ago six months shy of being 100. She would tell about her grandpa being at Appomattox during the surrender. The soldiers chopped an apple tree down there and passed pieces of it around as a momento. He kept that piece of apple tree until he died. One of my cousins has it in his possession today.
    Thank you! I enjoyed today’s post.