Friday, November 20, 2015

Book Review: Land of Promise Series By Jerry Eicher

Book 1 - Miriam's Secret
Book 2 - A Blessing For Miriam
Book 3 - Miriam and the Stranger

What do you do when the thing you've feared the most has come upon you?  A door you never expected has opened, and does it bring calamity or tragedy?  Going against what you've been taught your entire life, can be a fearsome thing, and struggle ensues when greed and competition raise their  heads. 
 Are some secrets best kept or does a fresh airing release the weight a secret can ofttimes bring?  A journey forth can bring you home again, but you come home changed, and the view can be radically different.  When you meet someone new, can your heart open and expand to hold them close, after others have betrayed you?
Each step down a path brings you opportunities for new adventure, do you take it, or does fear hold you back?

When Miriam loses a very close friend, Amos Bland, it is like losing another father, not just an employer.  But the things Amos has set in motion for her bring her swift changes, new fears,  responsibilities, and choices she never dreamed she would have to make.  Many new people come into her life, and those of her family.  Each one causes change to her ordered world, and the journey of a lifetime begins.

What does the Lord require of me?
Is it the same thing my Daett says, or not?
Follow along with Miriam and see......,,,,,,

Jerry Eicher raises several significant Biblical issues in this series.  It's not the run of the mill Amish romance series.  To me, it's a  very good reflection of trust, obedience, searching, and growth.  Hope for her future is a key plot to Miriam's story, yet family members and others cause painful unexpected twists to arise.  

Jerry's stories often bring a different perspective, possibly because he is male, and there seems different tone to them.  I like them, they are unique in main stream Amish fiction, and I have followed his books for several years now.  In this series, there are a few points that seem to rear again and again, but the quality of his style over rides any of that, and I wanted to keep turning the pages.  I believe his stories are worth the time and effort to read.  I believe if you enjoy Amish fiction, you will enjoy his work!

from the publisher:
   Miriam Yoder has a secret...
Can Blessing Come from Tragedy?
Will Miriam Yoder Ever Find Happiness as an Amish Frau?

***This is my first experience reviewing a book.  I'm thankful to have received this series by the author to do so.  The opinions are my own, and I received no other compensation. ***

May God Bless You All.
Happy Thanksgiving!
~ Annie ~

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Hearts Ease

I hope you have had a lovely summer full of joys, fun, laughter, hugs, and peace.  Things here have have been busy.  I sometimes think the days have wings.  I no sooner get up then it is time to rest.  The mountains have been so very hot and humid this year.  A full month of no rain in May, and scorching heat and humidity the rest of the time.  But along about this time, the nights begin to change.  August mornings have been draped in fog, the ole' timers say for each August morning fog, it means a snow come winter.  I lost track of the fog, around about 16 so far.  That was enough looking ahead for me.  Yesterday I got up and saw heavy dew out on the lawn.  A sure sign of a different kind.  At some point, the dew will turn to white frost, and I will need a jacket.  I dare not rush the season's passing!  Each day is a precious gift. 

We have driven the old back roads down the valleys.  The stars hung in great canopies above our heads.  It is breath taking to go out at night when it is quiet and away from the lights.  The night calls, and the owl flies.  Katydids and frogs call along the marshy plains.  Deer roam looking for late corn, and early apples.  The little red car creeps along the curvy lanes, and my companionship is sweet.  What a fine thing it is to be able to breathe in the night coolness long after most folks are tucked in front of their televisions, or gone off to their slumber.  Wild turkeys, have crossed the pasture, now  long gone to their roost, but in the milky light of a peaceful moon, their tracks glisten near the creek where they have been on the old watering path.

My flowers have mostly gone by, but the black eyed susies, hang on to the last.  Large giant marshmallows line the fence rows, huge hay bales there are wrapped in protective plastic to tide over the farmer's cattle come cold weather.  I told that this week, and a lady said," yes, they do look like that, but  when they have been opened up, they look like giant shredded wheat bites standing in the fields."  
She was right, they do!

Tonight as I came homeward, the clouds hung heavy round the ridge, and it was so good just to walk on in my door.  We carry on here, in the simpleness of home.  Working, cooking, building, talking, just plain loving each other in this place.  My house is nigh on to 90 years of age.  Like me, she is creaky, and lopsided in spots.  Too many weeds choke the path, and there are marauders that flit through here in the silent watches of the night.  People and houses too, are seldom totally quiet. Stray thoughts, or giggles come, and there is always a need of a good dusting or clearing out.  Homes need life in them, just as people do, and what a good thing it is just to be.  Someone once asked me,"Who Are You!?"    I said, "I just am!"  Home is like that, it just is, if there is where your heart lies.  Hearts ease is not just a plant, it is a place of peace, and contentment  you find whether the rest of the world is in turmoil or not.  The high hills speak to me of it, and the river adds its voice to the conversation.  I watched huge big fluffy clouds just today way up so high looking for all the world like cotton candy balls, and my heart eased within my breast.  Air of a different kind stirs in your lungs when you are at peace.  It is a gift from the Maker of hope,  just to breathe and ease your heart to His rhythm.

I hope dear friends, that the coming golden days of September, and October bring you riotous cascades of color from the hills and leaves.  I hope that candy apples line your step back cupboards, and sweet little pumpkin dolls snuggle with you when you get a chance to unload  your burdens and sit down with them.  But before those days come, I hope August brings you ease, and the knowledge of love, peace, and quiet.  Voices of your past, present , and future, all becoming silent for a  moment's rest when you can take time to be grateful, and just be!
Bless you from the hills of my home in the mountains.


Tuesday, June 23, 2015