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Blessings,
Dana R. Lynn
What shall we then say to these things?
If God be for us, who can be against us?
—Romans 8:31
For my nephew, Andrew David. We waited a long time for you, but you were worth the wait. Love you.
To my husband and children...you guys are my world. Love you.
Amy and Dee...I’d go crazy without you two and our monthly coffee hours.
Lee and Rachel...you have been a blessing to me in so many ways. Love you.
To my writer friends and critique partners...thanks for all your support and prayers through this journey.
To my Dream Team...I love you ladies!
Your encouragement and support mean so much!
My heart is so grateful!
To my editor, Elizabeth Mazer...thanks for all your wisdom and guidance.
To my agent, Tamela Hancock Murray...you are a powerhouse! Your faith and your drive inspire me.
Lord Jesus...I ask that my words and actions always bring You glory.
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“Megan, has Noah Hostetler arrived yet?”
Concern bit at nurse practitioner Alexa Grant as she hovered by the receptionist’s desk. It wasn’t like Noah to be late. He was always at least half an hour early. She knew for a fact that when the Amish man hired a driver to take him to his medical appointments, he booked them with plenty of wiggle room. A quick glance outside made her grimace. When she’d driven to work that morning, it had been cold, but the sky had been clear. Now, three hours later, a heavy sheet of snow and ice pelted the glass windows of the small medical clinic.
It figured. Her lips twisted. There hadn’t been any snow to speak of in LaMar Pond, Pennsylvania, back in November at Thanksgiving time. Now, only two weeks out from Christmas, the snow and freezing temperatures pounded the small town relentlessly, adding to the chaos of the season.
