A Simple Faith (Lancaster Crossroads Series #1)

A Simple Faith (Lancaster Crossroads Series #1)

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by Rosalind Lauer

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For fans of Beverly Lewis and Cindy Woodsmall, Rosalind Lauer’s uplifting Lancaster Crossroads novel A Simple Faith brings together disparate lives in a warm Amish setting.
Rushing to the scene of a tragic highway collision, nursing student Haley Donovan draws


For fans of Beverly Lewis and Cindy Woodsmall, Rosalind Lauer’s uplifting Lancaster Crossroads novel A Simple Faith brings together disparate lives in a warm Amish setting.
Rushing to the scene of a tragic highway collision, nursing student Haley Donovan draws on her training to care for the passengers in the crumpled van. The experience wins her a place in Lancaster County’s tight-knit Amish society, and draws her to kindhearted psychologist Dylan Monroe. Working side by side with Dylan, who is bringing counseling services to the small town of Halfway, Haley feels an undeniable attraction between them, yet she senses that Dylan is holding back, scarred by the wounds of his past.
Elsie Lapp, the manager of Halfway’s country store, is a voice of cheer and goodwill for her customers. But Elsie’s serene world spins out of control with the terrible crash, and the young woman finds herself grappling for the simple faith that has always sustained her. Her burden is eased by Ruben Zook, a neighbor known for his snide jokes. In the aftermath of the accident, Ruben reveals a tender heart that could easily sweep her away. However, Elsie carries secrets that keep her from surrendering her heart.
Exploring the ways that faith, hope, and charity bring everyone together, A Simple Faith resonates with the sweetness, purity, and power of love.

Praise for Rosalind Lauer and A Simple Faith
“The lives of four people converge in the wake of a horrific accident in the small Pennsylvania town of Halfway. . . . As the four connect, faith, hope, and love begin to bloom. . . . Lauer’s new Amish series launch is sure to be a hit with fans of her ‘Seasons of Lancaster County’ series.”Library Journal
“A lovely story of two sweet couples, this story will warm your heart and spirit.”The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
“Sweet, touching . . . The Amish culture, religion and way of life feel accurately depicted.”RT Book Reviews
“[Lauer] definitely sets the bar high for Amish romance stories.”Fresh Fiction, on A Simple Winter

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Praise for Rosalind Lauer and A Simple Faith
“The lives of four people converge in the wake of a horrific accident in the small Pennsylvania town of Halfway. . . . As the four connect, faith, hope, and love begin to bloom. . . . Lauer’s new Amish series launch is sure to be a hit with fans of her ‘Seasons of Lancaster County’ series.”Library Journal
“A lovely story of two sweet couples, this story will warm your heart and spirit.”The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
“Sweet, touching . . . The Amish culture, religion and way of life feel accurately depicted.”RT Book Reviews
“[Lauer] definitely sets the bar high for Amish romance stories.”Fresh Fiction, on A Simple Winter
Library Journal
The lives of four people converge in the wake of a horrific accident in the small Pennsylvania town of Halfway: Haley, a nursing student unsure of her future career; her coworker Dylan, the social worker who is attracted to her; Elsie, who runs her family country store but longs for modernizations that would ease her work; and Ruben Zook, a known community prankster. As the four connect, faith, hope, and love begin to bloom. However, will their fragile bonds of friendship be able to overcome self-doubt, religious obligations in the small Amish community, and secrets of the heart? In the face of tragedy, the protagonists' trust in God may be the strongest connection. VERDICT Lauer's new Amish series launch is sure to be a hit with fans of her "Seasons of Lancaster County" series (A Simple Spring; A Simple Winter; A Simple Autumn) as several of the main characters in those books reappear in the new trilogy, albeit in minor roles.

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Random House Publishing Group
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Lancaster Crossroads Series , #1
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5.30(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.86(d)

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“Don’t leave me.”The woman lifted a withered hand from the white bedsheets, reaching for Haley. “You’re the only one who listens.”

Haley Donovan held the patient’s hand yet again, gently stroking the mottled skin on her wrist. “Mrs. Pendergrass, I would love to stay, but you know I have other patients to take care of.”

“I know that, but you can’t say no to an old woman who needs you. Now, be a doll and get me my handbag from the closet.”

As Haley reached for the purse, her nail caught on a sharp edge of the small cubby, snagging it. She winced as she handed over the bag, her supervisor’s voice haunting her.

Keep your nails trimmed and short. Don’t let your vanity get in the way of patient care.

“What’s the matter, princess?” the old woman asked.

“Nothing.” Haley looked away quickly, not sure what bothered her more—tearing her nail or being called a princess. Was it because of her blond hair? Her long legs? Too much makeup?

People were so quick to stereotype her as a dumb blonde, and the princess thing . . . that just rubbed her the wrong way. Graham had called her princess, and he’d fully intended to take care of her as if she were a queen.

A queen trapped in a castle.

If she had stayed with him, she wouldn’t have to be here now, emptying bedpans, breaking nails, and ducking her supervisor. She would be well rested, well dressed, and well manicured. A fair princess, destined to follow her husband’s decisions and dream his dreams.

No . . . that wasn’t the life Haley wanted. But sometimes she wondered if she was really cut out for hospital work. Patients like Mrs. Pendergrass made Haley wonder if she was doing the right thing, trying to be a nurse. She didn’t mind giving the woman a sponge bath and brushing her hair and listening to her stories of how things used to be. But the woman, who seemed fit as a fiddle, was monopolizing her time. Haley couldn’t do anything to help Mrs. Pendergrass, and with two other patients waiting for care, Haley felt tension mounting.

She wasn’t cut out for this. Already she was a failure in her profession, and she wasn’t even out of nursing school yet.

It seemed to be a pattern in her life now. Failure in love. Failure in school. Failure in life.

No, that wasn’t entirely fair. She was giving it all another try, with some major changes. She’d returned to school and she was trying to make a positive difference in the world.

She tuned in to what her patient was saying, another story about her daughter and grandchildren who had moved to Pittsburgh. Her heart ached for this woman’s loneliness, but if Dr. Swanson found out that Haley had already spent so much time with one patient, she would be in big trouble.

“You won’t want me chattering in here when your show is on. It starts in ten minutes.” Haley showed Mrs. Pendergrass the TV remote and the call button, and then reminded her to drink some water.

“But you’ll come back?” the woman asked, her face awash with worry.


Haley sank her teeth into her lower lip as she noticed the clock over the nurses’ station. Two hours of her shift had already passed, and they’d been monopolized by Mrs. Pendergrass. It wasn’t fair to the other patients who legitimately needed care, and Haley knew she was going to be in a pickle if she didn’t get started on her clinical assessments. She hadn’t taken any notes, and if she didn’t get something down soon she would be lost when it came time to start her reports. “It’s clear that, as a nursing student, writing is your weakness,” Dr. Swanson, her clinical advisor, had told her. “You need to work on time management, and your patient notes need to be more concise.”

It was true—Haley knew it—but these were issues she had wrestled with all her life. A simple report became a challenge when letters jumped around the page and turned sideways.

“Stop biting your lip; it’s not a good look for you.” Aeesha didn’t even look up from the computer, where she was updating charts. Aeesha Wilkins, a fellow nursing student, always managed to keep her sense of humor, even during tense moments. “What’s stressing you, sweet pea?”

“Mrs. Pendergrass in 312.”

“The whiner?”

Haley blew back her bangs, nodding. “She’s sweet, but nothing I do satisfies her, and she just doesn’t understand that I can’t spend my entire shift doting on her. I have two other patients.”

“And charts to do. And Swanson breathing down our necks.” Aeesha clicked the mouse, then typed in some notes. “How about I trade you my Amish man for your whiner?”

Haley looked up at the board. “Mr. Yoder in 320? I wish.”  Yoder had mangled a hand in a farming accident—a dramatic injury that had made the local news. Although she was still a nursing student, Haley knew she was drawn to patients who required more intensive care. “At least Mr. Yoder has a real injury,” Haley said. “He needs medical attention. Unlike Mrs. Pendergrass, who complains of phantom pain that comes and goes.”

“The old phantom pain story.” Aeesha shook her head. “So many of them just come in for drugs. It’s sad, but I don’t mind doting. I figure TLC is nonaddicting, and I’m good with the old ones. The Amish—that’s another story. Did you see all the visitors he has? His room is packed with Amish men. All those men, talking a mile a minute with their long beards and black fedoras. It’s way out of my comfort zone to march in and start a sponge bath. Telling an Amish man to get naked, that just seems wrong.”

Haley grinned. “He’s a patient, like any other. And he needs real nursing care, not just sympathy and back rubs. Believe me, I’d switch with you if Swanson wouldn’t blow a gasket over it.”

“At least you’re considering my gaskets before you make an arbitrary change.” The clipped voice made Haley and Aeesha look up from the counter. Dr. Sonia Swanson, their clinical supervisor, stood there beside a young man in a navy suit with the bluest eyes Haley had ever seen.

“Dr. Swanson . . .” Haley stammered. “We were just—”

“Comparing notes? Broadcasting patients’ personal details? Displaying blatant unprofessionalism?” She glared at Haley and Aeesha as if they’d been dancing down the hall in bikinis.

“Sorry.” Haley wasn’t sure how much their instructor had heard, but she couldn’t let this incident impact her grade. With her test anxiety, she was counting on a high clinical evaluation to bring up her overall grade. Her scholarship would dry up if she didn’t maintain a B average, and she couldn’t afford to continue nursing school without that stipend. “We were just wondering if our patients might be better off if we made a switch.”

“We’re just trying to work things out so that we can play to our strengths,” Aeesha added. “No disrespect intended.”

“None taken.” Swanson pinched a button on her crisp white jacket with her name monogrammed over the pocket. “But before you go trading patients like stocks, you need to know that I don’t sling out assignments randomly. When you’re certified staff nurses, you’ll need to work with patients who do not play to your strengths, and you might as well learn to do it now.”

“I get your point,” Aeesha said, “but does it really matter if Haley changes a dressing while I help Mrs. Pendergrass onto the toilet?”

“It does.” Swanson cocked her head to the side, as if she needed to see Aeesha from a new angle. “You need to review your class notes on assessing patient needs. Mr. Yoder is showing signs of post-traumatic stress, and just because Mrs. Pendergrass isn’t diagnosed yet doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve your time and attention.”

“We treat the body and the mind,” the young man said. “At least, we try to.”

When the man spoke up, Haley was glad to have a chance to ease away from the glare of her professor. He wasn’t from around here—she could tell by the smooth suit and the crisp-collared shirt. Plenty of doctors wore suits, but they weren’t quite so designer perfect. Or was he too young to be a doctor? Haley couldn’t tell, but she liked his vibe. She would have smiled and chatted him up if she weren’t still facing the wrath of Swanson.

“Are you a doctor?” asked Aeesha.

Swanson gestured toward the young man and introduced Aeesha and Haley. “Meet Dr. Dylan Monroe. He just joined our staff as a psychologist.”

“I’ll be coordinating the community outreach program.”

So he was here to stay.  That was good news. “Welcome to LanCo General, Dr. Monroe,” Haley said, trying to smooth over the shaky introduction. He probably thought she was a slacker, trying to dump Mrs. Pendergrass on another nursing student.

“Please . . . call me Dylan. If I’m going to blend with the community, I can’t stand on formality.”

As Dr. Monroe shook her hand, Haley wanted to tell him that there was no way he would blend in here wearing a suit like that. Lancaster County was the land of Amish and rolling hills, apple butter and quilts. But for once she kept her mouth shut and smiled up into his bedazzling eyes. The new doctor was one good-looking guy, but he didn’t seem to know it. By the end of the week, he’d be the talk of the nursing staff, students and RNs alike.

No wedding ring, Haley noticed. Of course, she was just curious, not looking for herself. After the disastrous results of a wedding called off at the last minute in June, she was taking a break from relationships and commitments. Her mind spun to the image of the gold band she’d purchased for Graham, which had been returned to the jeweler for a partial refund.

“Back to our patients.” Swanson looked up at the scheduling board, squinting in calculation. “Dylan, perhaps you can assist Haley in her assessment of Mrs. Pendergrass.”

He nodded. “I’d be happy to.”

Swanson turned to Aeesha. “As for our Amish patient, I will show you how to direct visitors out of the room so that you can care for Mr. Yoder.”

“It’s not that simple, Dr. Swanson,” Aeesha objected. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“Plain folk are very big on rules,” Dr. Swanson said, leading the way down the hall. “You just have to look them in the eye and communicate, same as with anyone else.” She motioned Aeesha away from the nurses’ station. “Come on. Let me show you how we do it.”

“So . . .” Dylan turned to Haley, showering her with the full force of his blue eyes. “Where is Mrs. Pendergrass?”

“In 312.” She pointed down the hall, reminding herself to breathe. What was this stupid, silly giddiness brought on by this man? It was more than the embarrassment over the bad first impression she must have made. She hadn’t felt this way since . . . well, since her parents had given her a puppy for her thirteenth birthday.

“You’re new here?” she asked cordially.

“This is my first day.”

“Where did you come from?”

“St. Xavier in Philadelphia.”

“What brought you here? You don’t look like the type to be lured by Amish quilts and jams.”

“Really?” The corner of his mouth curved a bit. “So I guess you’re not interested in my quilt collection.”

“I’m just saying, most city people who head out this way are looking for a quaint country weekend. They don’t come to stay.”

“City life doesn’t hold much appeal for me anymore,” he said as they walked side by side down the corridor. “And I am interested in the Amish, but not for their quilts. I’d like to develop a community outreach program for the Amish. A program that really works.”

“But they keep to themselves.” Haley considered her personal experiences, growing up side by side with the Amish here in Lancaster County. “I’ve lived here all my life, and I’ve barely exchanged a dozen words with Amish people. Mostly I notice them when I’m passing their horse-drawn buggies on the road or waiting in line behind them at Walmart or the ice-cream parlor.”

“Even Old Order Amish are allowed to be treated by medical doctors,” Dylan pointed out.

“But you’re a psychologist. You think they’re going to turn to you with their problems?”

“That’s the way the psych thing works.”

“I don’t think they’ll go for that. They’ve got lots of family and ministers to help them work things out. You won’t find an Amish person in therapy or anything.”

He turned to her, rubbing his knuckles over his chin. “Do you like seeing rain ruin a parade? Ice-cream scoops drop from cones? Babies cry?”

“I’m not that way. I’m just telling you—”

“Someday we’ll have the conversation about the glass being half full or half empty. For now, tell me about the patient.”

Haley swallowed back the defense of her cheerful disposition and reeled off Mrs. Pendergrass’s profile. “She’s eighty-two and lives alone. No significant medical history, but came to the ER with complaints of abdominal pain. Nothing showed up in her film or blood work.”

“So far there’s no diagnosis?”

“Right, but she’s very cranky. She’s worried that the pain will return once she’s home alone.”

“And do you think her pain is real?” he asked.

“I know it’s real,” she said carefully. “I just don’t know if there’s a medical explanation for it.”

“Excellent answer, Haley. Do you think she’ll mind if I ask her some questions?”

“I think she’ll like it.” I would definitely like it, she thought.

Outside the patient’s door, he reached for Mrs. Pendergrass’s chart. His hand brushed hers as she gave him the clipboard, a casual contact that seemed so personal. It was personal. This was a guy who lived in the moment, not like the other doctors who seemed to have their minds on a thousand different things.

“Mrs. P is a talker.”

“That works. I’m a listener.”

Looking up at him, she suspected Dylan Monroe was an excellent listener.

Later that day, before her shift ended, she checked the schedule and changed her hours to coincide with Dr. Monroe’s. Sometimes destiny brought people together. And sometimes destiny needed a slight schedule change.


Elsie Lapp stepped onto a stool so that she could open the curtains to the warm glow of the sun rising over the trees. Orange and pink chased away the purple and sapphire of the night sky, promising another glorious day. Cold air seeped in, and she traced her fingers along the sill to a gap at the base of the windowpane.

Meet the Author

Rosalind Lauer is the author of A Simple Winter, A Simple Spring, A Simple Autumn, and the novella A Simple Crossroads. She grew up in a large family in Maryland and began visiting Lancaster County’s Amish community as a child. Lauer attended Wagner College in New York City and worked as an editor for Simon & Schuster and Harlequin Books. She now lives with her family in Oregon, where she writes in the shade of some towering two-hundred-year-old Douglas fir trees.

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A Simple Faith (Lancaster Crossroads Series #1) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
KyKim More than 1 year ago
A Simple Faith - A Simply Beautiful Story  I love reading Amish books but had never read one by Rosalind Lauer, after reading A Simple Faith I will have to say this won't be the last time I read her books. Have the kleenex ready, as there are both sad and happy times in a Simple Faith. And how we use the strength of God to get through these times. A tragic car accident brings the Amish and English together in the start of this story. I love the way Rosalind Lauer shows that faith, hope, forgiveness, and love bring people closer together. She does a great job of telling the love story of both an Amish (Elsie/Ruben) and an English couple (Haley/Dylan). I enjoyed all of these characters, not sure if I have a favorite of the characters, they are all great. I learned about Ellis-Van Creveld Syndrome (EVC) which Elsie has, and Ruben shows a very tender side and big heart when it comes to Elsie. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review, rather it be good or bad.
These-Pretty-Words More than 1 year ago
Beautiful and hope filled. I cried. I cried so hard, I had no idea how to stop. And then I swooned, and then I cried again, and then I prayed and hoped and snuck my phone everywhere with me so I didn’t have to stop reading the ridiculously beautiful words contained within this 384 page blessing. Don’t bother waiting until the end of this review – go buy it right now. You won’t regret it. Let’s start at the beginning – A Simple Faith is a story of tragedy, healing, faith and hope, and how one horrible accident affects not just the Amish people involved but the English (non-Amish) that weave their way into the lives of the Plain people in their community. It’s a story of the differences between us, and how we overcome them to come together and help one another. And it’s unbelievably gorgeous. We meet many characters along the way but there are two main stories happening in this book. On the Amish side we have the budding friendship between Elsie Lapp and Ruben Zook. Neither are picture-perfect on the outside which affects them each deeply, though they are at different places in their acceptance of their uniqueness. The slow build of their friendship from acquaintances to something so much more is a journey through tragedy and heartache, hope and renewal. Their story is a wonderful reminder that God makes us the way he wants us to be. Non-Amish Haley and Dylan also have a slowly built romance throughout A Simple Faith. Dylan is scarred and broken on the inside from personal tragedy – Haley is lacking confidence and unsure of her place in this world. Together they pull their new Amish friends through the deluge of negative emotions after a tragic accident while also working through their own issues. Both characters are relatable and true with big hearts and a strong foundation in faith that keeps them from giving up. I adored them. I give A Simple Faith five heart-felt stars. I honestly don’t think my review captured the amount of emotion I felt while reading this book. I cried and I laughed, sighed and swooned, and I worried about each character along the way. I look forward to future installments of this series as I hope to see our two main couples more as well as some of the secondary characters. I will be checking out Rosalind Lauer’s other works (which includes a series that seem to have stories including some of the secondary characters I met in A Simple Faith).
sunshineJB More than 1 year ago
God’s Grace Is Sufficient! This is the first book I have read by Rosalind Lauer and it sure won’t be my last. The characters in this book experience pain, deep heartache, loss, grief, and lack of faith.  Does time really heal all wounds?  Does God make mistakes? Have we ever felt unloved, lonely, and the desire to fit in?  Elsie Lapp is a young lady who is experiencing all these things.  As a young Amish girl she feels she can never marry, for who would ever want the likes of her?  How can she marry with the deep fear she is hiding?  After all, this is God’s will for her life isn’t it? Ruben Zook is dealing with his own insecurities and so to make up for what he is feeling he is known as the practical joker and an irritating one at that.  What, if anything, can make him change his behavior? Haley Donovan an English woman training to become a nurse wants to prove to her parents that she can make something of herself.  Approval from her parents is very important to her.  A broken engagement on her part doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have control of her life.  Is there anyway she can convince her parents? Dr. Dylan Monroe, a psychologist, running away from his demons that are chasing him.  A new start in Amish country is a new beginning for him.  Will Halfway, the Amish community, accept him?  Just what is Dr. Monroe running from? God’s healing power, his grace, his mercy, is at work in this story.  Can lives be changed?   I really enjoyed this book.  It is a little different from most Amish fiction that I have read.  I found that I wanted the best for every character in this story. They became like family to me. I am looking forward to the next book that author Rosalind Lauer publishes.  I will also be purchasing her previous books to read.  Her writing is that good! I won this book on LibraryThing and received my copy from Random House to read and review.  The opinions expressed are mine alone.
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wfnren More than 1 year ago
A good story about English and Amish supporting each other in a time of need.  -   If you want to see how the English and Amish can work together to overcome a tragedy this will be the book for you. Rosalind told a good story about the two groups of people and how they can become good friends, even if it was a fatal accident that brought them together. She also brings in how the Amish extend forgiveness even when they experience a loss to their own community. I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series as I liked the intermixing of the two 'societies'.
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I enjoyed this 1st book of Rosalind's new series. I love the new characters. Both English & Amish. The author manages to seamlessly weave the new characters & old characters from Seasons of Lancaster. The storyline in this searies is great. Hopefully it also reminds all.of us the importance of keeping our eyes on the road ahead. Both figuritly & emotionally. I am.supposed to be packing up a house that settles on March 31st. Not donempacking or doing repairs that need to be done before settlement. I have been spending a lot of time reading. Can't wait to see what happens next. I am downlading next book to begin reading ASAP. I may end up tosing things in to boxes & seperate them at next destonation.