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This was another wonderful read by Wanda E. Brunstetter. I always love her books on the Amish, and was excited to read her newest work. She didn't disappoint!
Bestselling author Wanda E. Brunstetter brings you three historical stories of finding room for love. Glenna Moore is desperate after she watches her gambling father jump hurriedly from the back of a moving train. Will a young reverend bring stability and love back into her life? Judith King’s life as a new schoolteacher takes an unexpected turn when a widowed father begins to captivate her thoughts. Will she muster enough courage to seek his love? Bev Winters’s job is an answer to prayer until her boss ...
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Bestselling author Wanda E. Brunstetter brings you three historical stories of finding room for love. Glenna Moore is desperate after she watches her gambling father jump hurriedly from the back of a moving train. Will a young reverend bring stability and love back into her life? Judith King’s life as a new schoolteacher takes an unexpected turn when a widowed father begins to captivate her thoughts. Will she muster enough courage to seek his love? Bev Winters’s job is an answer to prayer until her boss complicates her widowed life. Will her pride allow love after loss?
I highly recommend this book - great for moms with little kids who are looking to escape for a little bit but don't have enough time to "read a book". You can pick this up and read one of the short stories in a night or two, depending on how much quiet time you really do get. This book will be released on 7/1/11 and will be a fantastic book for you to take on vacation with you! A great read for the airport, the plane or even the train! This was my first read of this author; you can bet it will not be my last.
— Kristie Worrell
I enjoyed this book. It is a light read. This book is comprised of three short stories of historical fiction and romance. Each story is unique and easy to read. I happen to be a mom of six so I really enjoy the short stories compilations, perfect for when I have a little time to escape but not a large time commitment. This was the first book by Mrs. Brunsetter I have read. Her “Amish” style of writing is clean and pure.
I recommend this book.
— Tammy Winstead
Whenever I grab a Wanda Brunstetter book, I just know that it's going to be great. Love Finds a Home did not disappoint! I felt all the characters were each trying to find their way while trying to stay focused on God. "Just when she thought the Lord was watching out for them, another problem had come along." How true, something is always right around the corner, but if we stay focused on God, we will remain on His path. "Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop." I really enjoyed these three novellas and highly recommend them to all Christian fiction readers.
— Jodie Moore
Brunstetter has written a collection of short stories about women who must overcome hindrances and hardship as they learn to trust God with their lives and learn to love...
I recommend this book if you're a romance reader! I give it 4 stars.
— Deco My Heart
I recommend this book.
I recommend this book if you're a romance reader! I give it 4 stars.
I recommend this book.
— Tammy Winstead
— Kristie Worrell
All aboard!" The conductor's booming cry pulled Glenna Moore to her feet. She glanced down at her father, slouched on the wooden bench outside the train station in Central City, Nebraska. His head was supported only by the unyielding plank wall, and his mouth hung slightly open.
Glenna bent down and gave his shoulder a good shake. "Wake up, Daddy. The train's here, and we've got to go now."
Her father groaned and swiped one hand across his unruly goatee. "Leave me alone, girl. I wanna sleep."
Glenna dropped back onto the bench with a heavy sigh, making no effort to conceal her disgust. "You can sleep all you want once we're on the train." She poked him in the ribs with a bony elbow. "You don't want to be thrown in jail, do you?"
Glenna's harsh reminder of their dire circumstances seemed to be enough motivation for Daddy. He opened one eye, then the other, yawning widely as he attempted to stand up. His equilibrium was not what it should have been, however, and he was forced to grab hold of Glenna's arm in order to keep from falling over.
Allowing Daddy to lean on her small frame, Glenna complained, "If you just hadn't been so determined to finish that bottle of whiskey, you might not be in such a state right now!"
The empty bottle was lying on the floor by their bench, and she sneered at it as though it were her worst enemy.
"Needed it," her father mumbled. "Was dealt a raw hand."
No, Daddy, Glenna lamented silently, it was you who dealt the bad hand. Ever since Mama died in childbirth, along with her little brother, Glenna had been Daddy's girl. She needed him as much as he needed her, so she would make every effort to bridle her tongue where his problem was concerned.
"If we don't get on board that train heading west, it's going to leave without us." Glenna shuddered. "And if we stay here, the law will either put you in jail or some sidewinder's bound to shoot you."
Her father snorted and gave the empty whiskey bottle a hefty kick with the toe of his sable-colored boot. "Humph! Can I help it if I'm better at poker than most of those snakes in the grass?"
In all her eighteen years, Glenna could never remember her daddy admitting he was wrong about anything—not even cheating at the card tables. She was well aware of Daddy's special vest, with a single strip of elastic sewn inside. She'd seen those marked cards he kept hidden there, too. Glenna had no right to complain or judge her father though. After all, he protected her and took care of her needs. Well, most of them anyway.
Glenna glanced down at her dark-green, cotton day dress with its formfitting bodice and tight, short sleeves. The lower part of the gown consisted of both an underskirt and an over-skirt, pulled slightly up in the back, giving it a somewhat bustled look. While it had cost a tidy sum when she'd purchased it a few years back, it was now quite out-of-date. Daddy hadn't done too well at his trade recently, and new dresses weren't a priority—at least not to his way of thinking.
Smoke and cinders belched from the diamond-shaped stack on top of the Union Pacific's mighty engine. The imperious screech of the locomotive whistle and another "All aboard!" drove Glenna's troubled thoughts to the back of her mind. "We've got to board that train, Daddy."
Her father bent down and grabbed his well-worn suitcase, and Glenna followed suit. Due to their rapid departure, they were traveling light. Since they had no additional luggage, there wasn't a need for anything to be placed in the baggage car.
Gripping Daddy's arm, Glenna guided him toward the conductor.
"Tickets, please!" the gray-haired gentleman barked, thrusting out his hand.
Glenna set her suitcase down and fumbled in her handbag. She retrieved the tickets and handed them to the conductor, just in time to grab her father's arm before he toppled over.
"Too bad you're not in a private Pullman car," the conductor said with a sympathetic look. "Granger, Wyoming, is a ways off. It appears as though your traveling companion could do with a bit of privacy."
Glenna gritted her teeth and offered the man a curt nod as he helped her board the train. No one wished more for a private car than she. Funds were low just now, and spending what little they did have on something so unnecessary was not a good idea. Until they got settled in the town of Granger, their money must be spent wisely. That meant riding in a dismal, overcrowded emigrants' coach for third-class passengers who soon would become a congregation of aching spines and flaring tempers.
Visions of more affluent times flashed into Glenna's mind. Just thinking about their present situation sent a chord of defiance through her soul. She hoped things wouldn't always be like this. Daddy kept assuring her that someday he would hit it really big. Then he'd build a house they could call their own, buy lots of fancy clothes, and give Glenna a horse and buggy fit for a princess. It would probably never happen, but dreaming of better days was all that kept her going.
Her father had already stumbled up the steps and was slouched against one wall when Glenna joined him moments later. "We must find a bench," she said in a voice laced with frustration. If Daddy kept standing there like a disfigured statue, they'd not only have trouble securing a seat, but they would probably be the laughingstock of the entire coach!
With another one of his pathetic groans, Daddy pulled away from the wall. Grabbing Glenna's free arm, he began shuffling down the aisle.
Glenna felt, rather than saw, the curious stares from the other passengers as they awkwardly made their way toward a vacant wooden bench. She kept her eyes focused on her goal so she wouldn't have to view the pity or disgust from those nearby. Why couldn't Daddy have stayed sober today? Why must she suffer the humiliation of his actions?
She drew in a deep breath, then blew it out with such force she felt the tiny curls across her forehead bounce. As far back as she could remember, things had been this way where Daddy was concerned. She hated to admit it, but barring some unforeseen miracle, she knew things would probably never be any different.
Daddy dropped his suitcase and gave it a good kick under their seat. Then he flopped onto the hard bench. Glenna placed her own piece of luggage next to his and slid in beside him, thankful they would no longer be viewed by the entire car. Maybe now she could find a few moments of peace.
* * *
David Green pulled methodically on the end of his recently trimmed beard as he studied the young woman in the seat directly across the aisle. Dark ringlets framed her oval face, and her high-necked dress, though slightly outdated, fit just right. He couldn't help but notice her flushed cheeks, wary expression, and the obvious tension in her body. She probably had her hands full with that man who sat beside her. Was the drunkard her father, perhaps an uncle, or even a much too old husband?
David shook his head. Surely this delicate beauty could not be married to such an uncouth fellow! Those long, ebony curls and fetching brown eyes could easily have wooed a younger, more distinguished, and pleasant man than the one sitting next to her. Why, the paunchy, middle-aged man was slouched in his seat as though he hadn't a care in the world.
How despicable. Then a verse of scripture popped into David's mind. "Judge not, that ye be not judged." He swallowed hard. Thank You for reminding me, Lord. But for the grace of God, there go I.
David's thoughts were pulled aside as the man who shared his seat spoke up. He blinked. "What was that?"
"I said, 'When do you think the train will pull out?'" the young man asked. "We've already had several delays today, and I'm getting anxious to see this trip come to an end."
David turned his full attention to his chum—a name given to those who shared seats on the emigrants' coach. The man was already onboard the train when David got on in Omaha, Nebraska. He'd introduced himself as Alexander P. Gordon, a Scottish author and poet. He boasted of having a modest reputation as a "travel writer."
Before David could open his mouth to reply to Alexander's question, the train whistle blew three quick blasts, and their humble coach began to rock from side to side. The swaying motion was almost gentle and lulling at first, but as the train picked up speed, David could hear the familiar clickety-clack, slap-slap-slap of the wheels. Soon their car began to bounce like a rolling ship at sea.
David tried to ignore the distraction and smiled at his companion. "Guess that answers your question about when we'll be leaving Central City."
Alexander nodded. "Yes, indeed."
A boisterous hiccup from across the aisle pulled David's attention back to the lovely young woman and the inebriated man whose head was now leaning on her slender shoulder. She looked so melancholy—almost hopeless, in fact. His heart went out to her, and he wondered what he might do or say to make her feel better. After all, it was his calling to minister to others.
"Tell me about this place where you have been called to serve, Reverend Green."
David turned back toward Alexander, but the man's attention seemed to be more focused on his red, irritated wrists, which he kept scratching, than on what he'd just said to David. Alexander had told him earlier that he'd acquired a rather pustulant itch. Probably from the cramped quarters aboard the train he'd ridden before meeting up with David.
"I'll be shepherding my first flock in a mining town known as Idaho City," David replied, averting his gaze from Alexander's raw, festering wrists back to the woman across the aisle.
"Hmm ... that would be in Idaho Territory, if I'm not mistaken."
David nodded. "Quite right."
"And you said you recently left divinity school?"
"Actually, it was Hope Academy in Omaha. I just finished my training a few weeks ago."
"Ah, so you are what some Americans refer to as a 'greenhorn'?"
David chuckled. "Some might say so. However, I have had some experience preaching. In fact, I spent a few years as a circuit rider before I decided to attend the academy and further my ministerial studies."
"I see. So, are you married or single?"
David's eyebrows shot up. "I'm single. Why do you ask?"
Alexander frowned. "Most men of the cloth are married, aren't they? I would think it might even be a requirement."
"Too many temptations. The world is full of carnal women who would like nothing better than to drag a religious man straight to the ground."
David chewed on his lower lip as he pondered this thought. Perhaps Mr. Gordon was right. It could be that he'd been too hasty in accepting this call from the good people of Idaho City Community Church. He thought about the letter inside his coat pocket. It was from one of the church deacons, and as he recalled, it made some reference to him being married. In fact, the deacon's exact words had been: "The ladies here are anxious to meet your wife. I'm sure she will feel quite welcome in our church and soon become a part of our growing community as well."
I wonder what could have given them the idea that I'm married, David reflected. Perhaps Alexander is right. It could be an expected thing for the shepherd of a church to have a wife.
A deep rumbling, followed by a high-pitched whine, drew David's attention back to the young lady across from him. The man's loud snoring was clearly distressing to the woman, and she squirmed restlessly in her seat.
If only my chum would keep quiet a few moments, I might think of something appropriate to say to her.
Though more than a bit irritated, David listened patiently as Alexander began a narration of the many illnesses which had plagued him all of his twenty-nine years. David was twenty-six, and he hadn't had half as many ailments as this poor chap.
As though by divine intervention, Alexander suddenly became quiet. David cast a quick glance in his direction and found that his chum had drifted off to sleep. Drawing in a deep breath and sending up a quick prayer, David made a hasty decision. He would get out of his seat, walk across the aisle, and see if that young lady was in need of his counsel.CHAPTER 2
Two men dressed in dark suits sat in the seat directly across from Glenna. One seemed intent on scratching his wrists while the other man kept staring at her. At least she thought he was looking her way. Maybe he was just watching the scenery out her window. But why wouldn't he watch out the window nearest him? she wondered. Surely there's nothing on my side of the tracks which would hold any more appeal than what he can see over there.
Glenna swallowed hard as she glanced across the aisle again. This time she studied the man's features. They were strong and clean—a straight nose, dark-brown hair, parted on the side and cut just below the ears, and a matching well-trimmed beard. She couldn't be sure of the exact color of his eyes from this distance, but they appeared to be either green or perhaps a soft gray. They weren't dark like hers, of that much she was certain.
Her heart did a little flip-flop when he nodded slightly and offered her a pleasant smile. He was easily the most handsome man she'd ever seen. She returned his smile with a tentative one of her own.
Daddy was snoring loudly now, and she elbowed him in the ribs, hoping to halt the irritating buzz. How would she ever catch the eye of an attractive man if her father kept making such a spectacle of himself? If Daddy appeared disagreeable, then so did she. At least, that's the way Glenna perceived it. If only she had a jar of canned tomatoes to cure the hangover he would undoubtedly have.
Her mind wandered back in time as she remembered how they'd been staying at Prudence Montgomery's Boardinghouse in Sioux City, Iowa. Daddy had come back to their room late one night. He'd been "working" and had guzzled a few too many glasses of whiskey.
Glenna shuddered as she thought about the scene he'd made, yelling and cursing at poor Prudence for not keeping his supper warm. When he'd finally ambled off to bed, Prudence had turned on Glenna. "Gambling is evil—spawned by the devil himself." She sniffed deeply and lifted her chin. "If you don't watch yourself, young lady, you'll grow up to be just like your drunken daddy. Like father, like daughter, that's what I have to say!"
Maybe it's true, Glenna thought ruefully. Maybe I'll never beanything more than a gambler's daughter.
"Excuse me, miss, but I was wondering if you might like to borrow a pillow."
A melodic, deep voice drew Glenna back to the present, and the distinct fragrance of bay rum cologne tickled her nose. She jerked her head and looked up at a pleasant face with a pair of soft-green eyes. Her heart jumped into her throat when he sent her a melting glance.
"A pillow?" she squeaked.
"For your companion."
Glenna swiveled back toward her sleeping father, whose head drooped heavily against her shoulder. Daddy would probably be more comfortable with a pillow, and so would she. Should she accept anything from a complete stranger though? Despite his present condition, Daddy was well learned, and among other things, he'd taught her to be wary of outsiders—especially men.
As if the young man could read her mind, he extended a hand. "I'm Reverend David Green." He motioned toward his seat companion. "Between the two of us, my sleeping chum and I possess three straw-filled pillows, so we can certainly spare one."
Glenna shook the offered hand, though somewhat hesitantly. Even if he was a man of the cloth, she was still a bit uncertain about speaking to Reverend Green. "My name's Glenna Moore, and this is my father, Garret." She tilted her head in Daddy's direction. His mouth was hanging slightly open, and she felt the heat of embarrassment creep up the back of her neck, then spread quickly to her face.
"It's nice to meet you, Glenna. May I use your given name?"
She smiled shyly and nodded. "Yes, Reverend Green."
"Then please be so kind as to call me David."
Glenna had only met a few ministers, and those had all been "fire-and-brimstone" parsons who stood on the street corners shouting out warnings of doom and gloom. As she looked into David's kind eyes, she decided there would be nothing wrong with calling him by his first name. After all, he had asked her to, and what could it possibly hurt?
She lifted her chin and smiled. "David, then."
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Posted October 4, 2011
Each of these books is completely different yet enduring in their own right. Deathbed promises, struggling singe mothers, odd-looking old maids, poor working men, deserted children, and recovering addicts. These novellas have it all!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 21, 2011
From the Publisher: When times are tough. . .. . .will love find a home?
My thoughts: Three short stories of historical fiction and romance. Each of the three main characters are well described and lovable. The stories are unique and easy reads. I highly recommend this book - great for moms with little kids who are looking to escape for a little bit but don't have enough time to "read a book". You can pick this up and read one of the short stories in a night or two, depending on how much quiet time you really do get.
Love Finds a Home will be released on 7/1/11 and is available for prepurchase now. It will be a fantastic book for you to take on vacation with you!! A great read for the airport, the plane or even the train. This was my first read of this author; you can bet it will not be my last.