thing. But what about when our dreams blind us to the path in front of us? What happens when the things we are convinced should happen, don’t?
Annie Kauffmann believes she is happy helping other people’s dreams come true. She’s a nurturer, a hard worker and a kind person. She’s settled for a far different dream than she once had—when she believed that she would find true love, marry a kind man and raise a family. Now she’s convinced that while God grants those things for other people, for her, life has taken a different path. She focuses on her work, on making others happy, on finding financial security.
Levi Lapp is pursuing the dream that he has held close since he was a young child when life was simple and good, before he learned that not everyone could be trusted. Before he had his heart broken not by romantic love but by those adults who were supposed to guide him into adulthood. He longs to find his way back to a time when he still held hope and optimism about the future, and he’s convinced the way to do that is to go back to the physical place where he experienced the happiest years of his youth.
Annie and Levi are so busy pursuing what they are sure will make them happy, that they almost miss the blessings God has laid out for them.
I hope you enjoyed reading this book. I welcome comments and letters at [email protected].
May we continue to always give thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ (Ephesians 5:20).
Blessings,
Vannetta
Delight thyself also in the Lord:
and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
—Psalm 37:4
Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
There is none other commandment greater.
—Mark 12:31
This book is dedicated to Bob, my very own cowboy.
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Note to Readers
Annie Kauffmann thought she’d just experienced a perfect day—business had gone well, the fall weather was exquisite and each member of her family was happy and healthy. She leaned her bicycle against the tree in the front yard and ran up the porch steps. Her mother was sitting in a rocker, knitting a baby blanket for her next grandchild. She had twelve and counting. If her mother was sitting, she was knitting—blankets, sweaters, caps and mittens.
“Gut day?” she asked.
“Ya.” Annie sank into a rocker, smoothing her apron over her dress and sinking back with a sigh. “I confirmed two more weddings.”
“Your catering business is growing.”
“It is. The gut thing about these is one is for December...”
“Not many winter weddings, so you must be speaking of Widow Schwartz.”
“The same. The other is for later
