hasn’t. God has a hope and a plan for them. God wants the very best for them, and that best includes all the things they wanted but didn’t think they deserved.
I hope you enjoyed reading A Perfect Amish Match. I welcome comments and letters at [email protected].
May we continue “giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 5:20).
Blessings,
Vannetta
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
—Song of Solomon 8:7
By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.
—John 13:35
This book is dedicated to Beth Scott,
a dear friend. God blessed me
when our paths crossed.
Continued thanks to my editor, Melissa Endlich, for guiding me through the Love Inspired process. All of the people at Harlequin have been a joy to work with. A special thanks to my agent, Steve Laube, for his wisdom, hard work and sense of humor.
I wouldn’t even attempt to write without the help of my family, pre-readers and friends. You all are a constant source of inspiration.
And finally, “Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 5:20).
Contents
Olivia Mae Miller had her hands covered in flour and was breading chicken breasts to slip into the oven when Mammi called out, “Someone’s at the door.”
It was late Wednesday afternoon, the first day of May. She’d opened the doors and windows to allow the spring breeze into the house. She could just make out the silhouette of a tall man through the screen door. Olivia Mae added dashes of salt, pepper and garlic to the chicken, then popped the baking dish into the oven. Finally she snagged a dish towel off the counter and hurried through the living room, hoping the sight of a stranger wouldn’t upset her grandfather. Some days he could become quite agitated. Other days he was sure the person was a long-lost relative.
“Can I help you?” She peered through the screen, looking up to take the measure of the man on their porch.
“Are you Olivia Mae?”
“Ya.” Still she didn’t step outside. Maybe he would go away if she wasn’t overly friendly. She had dinner to finish preparing—potatoes and corn and salad. The doctors said small amounts of salad were very important for people her grandparents’ age. She really couldn’t afford to run behind on their schedule. Evenings were difficult when they didn’t manage to tuck Daddi into bed early. She almost said, “We’re not interested,” to shoo away the
