Either she and her children would emerge from that wilderness together, or none of them would…
In 1774, the Ohio-Kentucky frontier pulses with rising tension and brutal conflicts as Colonists push westward and encroach upon Native American territories. The young Inglesby family is making the perilous journey west when an accident sends Philip back to Redstone Fort for help, forcing him to leave his pregnant wife Clare and their four-year old son Jacob on a remote mountain trail.
When Philip does not return and Jacob disappears from the wagon under the cover of darkness, Clare awakens the next morning to find herself utterly alone, in labor and wondering how she can to recover her son...especially when her second child is moments away from being born.
Clare will face the greatest fight of her life, as she struggles to reclaim her son from the Shawnee Indians now holding him captive. But with the battle lines sharply drawn, Jacob’s life might not be the only one at stake. When frontiersman Jeremiah Ring comes to her aid, can the stranger convince Clare that recovering her son will require the very thing her anguished heart is unwilling to do—be still, wait and let God fight this battle for them?
Many Sparrows is beautifully written, though it is, at times, difficult to read for indescribable—and incomprehensible—reasons. I think there is something be received for everyone from this book, as the depth—the heart—of the story is so deeply rooted in life and understanding reason itself that I feel reading again and again will deliver different feelings to me.
From the start, I knew tragedy awaited, so my heart and mind didn't want to pursue further into the journey that was this book, but the adventure which awaited me is one I am happy to have experienced. Though faith is a big underlying part of this novel, 'tis not an overwhelming piece of it. Regardless of one's religion (or lack of), I feel this novel could still hold value.
