"Jeanette Windle is a top-notch storyteller"
As daughter of missionary parents, award-winning author and journalist Jeanette Windle grew up in the rural villages, jungles, and mountains of Colombia, now guerrilla hot zones. Her detailed research and writing is so realistic that it has prompted government agencies to question her to determine if she has received classified information. Currently based in Lancaster, PA, Jeanette has lived in six countries and traveled in more than thirty on five continents. Those experiences have birthed 16 international intrigue titles, including bestselling Tyndale House Publishers releases Veiled Freedom, a 2010 ECPA Christian Book Award and Christy Award finalist, sequel Freedom's Stand, a 2012 ECPA Christian Book Award and Carol Award finalist and 2011 Golden Scroll Novel of the Year finalist, and most recent title Congo Dawn, named 2013 Golden Scroll Novel of the Year. Jeanette mentors developing nation writers in both English and Spanish on all five continents.
"Windle comes off a highly acclaimed pair of books on Afghanistan (Veiled Freedom, Freedom's Stand) and moves into the jungles of the Congo. . . . Inverting the Heart of Darkness trope of self-discovery in the jungle, this story sheds light through a great faith struggle . . . " SEE FULL REVIEW -- Publishers Weekly
“Freedom’s Stand continues the story begun in Veiled Freedom. The vivid setting of Windle’s captivating page-turner captures the soul and struggle of the Afghan people. You can’t finish a Windle novel without being deeply moved and better informed about the world around you.” --ROMANTIC TIMES
Windle masterfully blends hard-hitting facts with a story full of intrigue and a dash of romance. Readers will finish this novel with an appreciation for the people of Afghanistan and the hardships they too endured in the war. This story would make a great book club selection.-ROMANTIC TIMES, June, 2009
"Detail and intrigue make this story a page-turner...The details are so exact, these same agencies thought the author was privy to classified material."-In the Library Reviews
"A highly credible account of the DEA's foreign ops." —Fred Duncan, retired DEA agent
"Action-packed thriller . . . Windle's treatment of the Drug Enforcement Agency's fight against drugs in Bolivia is impressive. Recommend to readers who enjoy fast-paced novels with international settings."—CBA Marketplace
"The DMZ was very thought-provoking and a real joy to read.”—Chuck Holton, bestselling author and former Airborne Ranger, U. S. Army
Windle is skillful at capturing the setting and politics of South America, where she grew up . . . an exciting read.—Joseph Bentz, CBA Marketplace, July 2002
Prison did not hold Julio Vargas, Sara Conner’s deadliest enemy. He has been bought out of the prison and is paid to train an elite group of terrorists—a group like the United States Special Forces. Sara Conner is unaware of Vargas’s release from the prison and settles into her new life.... READ MORE --Dian Moore, Christian Book Previews.com
A NOTE FROM JEANETTE: Living Joyously in Life's Storms.
"The LORD thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High . . . was heard in the whirlwind, [His] lightning lit up the world; He makes the clouds His chariot and rides on the wings of the wind; He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed." (Psalms 18:13; 77:18; 104:3; 107:29)
Growing up as a daughter of missionaries in Colombia’s equatorial zones, I’ve always loved storms. Monsoon rain thundering on roof tiles. The jungle canopy tossing furiously like surging waves on some wild, green sea. That fresh, earthy scent of raindrops exploding against hot dirt. Mud-brown floodwaters lapping at the concrete edging of our elevated verandah.
Though small and helpless against nature’s fury, I remember no fear, only joyous delight in a power far greater than myself. Somewhere up there in the thunder and lightning and rain, God was playing with His creation.
I realize now that my delight in the storms came from my own position of safety. My home was built like a fortress, the brick-and-concrete walls, barred shutters and heavy doors that kept our expat family safe from thieves, riots, or guerrilla insurgents impervious to the worst tropical deluge.
In later years, I encountered storms less friendly. I well remember my first Miami hurricane. Storm shutters up and power out, my husband and I huddled with our children in the dark as a 120-mile-per-hour wind tore at our roof until it seemed one more huff-and-puff would blow our house down. And yet there was that delightful moment when the gale subsided and we gathered courage to step outside into the storm. Broken palms, ripped-off roofs and blown-down fences were everywhere. But the rain no longer blew straight sideways. The air was warm with the pungent earthiness of crushed plant matter.
The eye of the storm had settled over us.
Since those halcyon childhood downpours, I’ve learned more than I wished about storms. Like you, my reader, I've now met political and economic storms, gale winds of war. Storms of loneliness and separation. Storms of personal failure and temptation. Of grief and pain and betrayal. Worse, storms that shake not me, but those I love.
These days I find myself more often than ever before in storm-tossed corners of our planet. Guatemala. El Salvador. India. Sri Lanka. The Philippines. Brazil. Kenya. Afghanistan. Sometimes traveling with others, often alone. "Aren't you afraid of what could happen?" I'm often asked.
Have I learned to fear the storms?
Only when I lose sight of where and whose I am. I belong to the Almighty Creator of the Universe whose weather antics delighted me as a child, whom Scripture describes as riding on the wings of the wind, making storm clouds His footstool, thunder and lightning His playthings. He is King of Kings--and my heavenly Father who loves me passionately. And He loves and cares for those I love far beyond what I ever could. Whatever tempest shakes my world brings no cause for fear but joyous dancing. Why? Because at the eye of every storm is my heavenly Father's almighty hand, where I am lovingly and safely cradled.
I hope you will come back and visit me again. Sign up for my BLOG or FACEBOOK. Take a walk through our MINISTRY. Drop me a line. Dance with me in the palm of our Creator's hand. Join me in the adventure of joyous living in the eye of life's storms.
Serving the King of Kings,