Amish Christmas Memories. Vannetta Chapman

      

      All she wants for Christmas is her memories

      An Indiana Amish Brides book

      When a young Amish woman collapses in the snow shortly before Christmas, Caleb Wittmer rushes to her aid. Only, “Rachel” remembers nothing of who she is. Now his family has taken in the pretty stranger, disrupting Caleb’s ordered world. He’s determined to find out where she belongs…even if Rachel’s departure means saying goodbye to his old-fashioned heart forever.

      VANNETTA CHAPMAN has published over one hundred articles in Christian family magazines, receiving over two dozen awards from Romance Writers of America chapter groups. She discovered her love for the Amish while researching her grandfather’s birthplace of Albion, Pennsylvania. Her first novel, A Simple Amish Christmas, quickly became a bestseller. Chapman lives in the Texas Hill Country with her husband.

       Also By Vannetta Chapman

      Indiana Amish Brides

      A Widow’s Hope

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      Amish Christmas Memories

      Vannetta Chapman

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-08642-4

      AMISH CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

      © 2018 Vannetta Chapman

      Published in Great Britain 2018

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      “So why did you want me to come out to the barn?”

      “I told you—”

      “To brush down the horses at seven thirty in the evening,” she said. “Ya, I heard you.”

      “Could be a guy just likes a little help with the work. Plus, I get a little restless, especially on winter nights.”

      She only smiled wider, and he knew that he wasn’t fooling her.

      He thought Rachel looked especially pretty in the glow of the lantern. He was suddenly glad that she had fallen into their lives. He was already starting to think of events in terms of before Rachel or after Rachel, as if she was some sort of dividing line in his life. She was certainly unlike any of the girls he had stepped out with.

      What did that mean?

      Was he falling for her?

      It wasn’t like she was staying here. It wasn’t like they had a chance to build a life together. Then again, how much control did one have over who they fell in love with?

      Dear Reader,

      Our memories are dear to us—we keep pictures on our phones, frame schoolwork from our children and place our wedding photograph on the mantel. In many ways, our memories define us. When those memories are stripped away, we’re left simply with who we have become. We’re left with the knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows us—truly knows us—and cares for us more than we can fathom.

      As Rachel rediscovers her past, she also learns to trust the woman she has become. And without that past, she must depend on the kindness of strangers. God provides for her, even in the midst of her pain and confusion. God is with her, even when she doesn’t know exactly who or where she is.

      Caleb is very busy with the life that he believes God has laid out before him. He scarcely has time for rescuing ladies in distress, or making new friends, or listening to his heart. Furthermore, he clings to tradition as if it were the single thing keeping him afloat on the sea of life. Then he meets Rachel, a quite untraditional person, and God begins to work on Caleb’s heart and set into motion the special plans He has for him.

      I hope you enjoyed reading Amish Christmas Memories. 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

      And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

      —Ephesians 4:32

      He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

      —Psalms 147:3

      This book is dedicated to Vicki Sewell,

      who is so much like family