Forced to sell his dairy farm, 63-year-old Gerrit Laninga doesn’t know what to do with himself. He sacrificed everything for his cows—and now has nothing to show for it. But when he meets 15-year-old Rae Walters, an unlikely friendship begins to form. Can they both discover that it’s never too late for a second chance? 368 pages, softcover from Bethany.
FBI agent Heather Lawrence’s vacation takes a turn for the deadly when an unknown pathogen is released aboard her flight. Quarantined with the survivors, Heather suspects the contagion was intentionally discharged by her estranged husband, Chad, a top expert on viruses. As the death count rises, will the killer—and an antidote—be found? 400 pages, softcover from Tyndale.
Could you use some encouragement this morning? I discuss this very topic on my podcast. Click the link below to hear about some of the things I do to give me strength when I’m feeling weary.
How To Be Encouraged
Scripture, Book and Song Links referenced in the podcast:
Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God. – Psalm 42:5 AMPC
Don’t let fear stop you dead in your tracks—recognize, confront, and conquer it! Meyer will show you how the devil uses this favorite tool of his to disrupt your life. She’ll teach you to face your circumstances boldly, adjusting your mindset so as to live in the freedom of God’s children and move forward courageously. 240 pages, hardcover from Faithwords.
Is your mind stuck in overdrive because you repeatedly play back others’ offenses? Follow TerKeurst to life-giving freedom! Sharing a step-by-step plan to help you let go of bound-up resentments, she’ll teach you what the Bible says about forgiveness, how to disempower triggers hijacking your emotions, move on if a person refuses to change, and more. 256 pages, hardcover from Nelson.
Vicky sat at the kitchen table. Since the break-up two years ago she’d tried hard to leave painful memories behind. She pulled her long, brown hair into a ponytail. She knew she was blessed to have a place with a back yard. And she’d dropped two dress sizes, placing her at the ideal weight for her frame. But still not as slim as the woman Bob left her for. Now she had no job and no husband. Just as she poured her first cup of coffee, the doorbell chimed.
A woman with gray hair and bright blue eyes stood on the step outside. “Hello. I’m Emily from across the road,” she said, smiling. “I hate to disturb you, but your dog’s barking in my back yard.”
“Sorry.” She grabbed Luke’s leash from a hook on the back of the door and extended her hand. “I’m Vicky.”
“I wouldn’t mind, but my son works nights. Are you on vacation this week?”
“No, I lost my job.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Vicky hurried after Emily. She spotted her golden retriever sitting in the midst of Emily’s garden. Begonias scattered pink, yellow, and coral around him. She sighed, realizing she must do something about her gate.
As Vicky was leaving, Emily touched her arm. “Good luck finding work. Let me know if I can be of any help, dear.”
Vicky smiled. “Thank you.”
Back home she flopped onto the settee and drank cold coffee while Luke sprawled across her feet. “There’s still you, old fella, and a friendly neighbor.”
She hoped her melancholy would soon pass. Tears stung the back of her eyes, and she reached down to stroke Luke’s coat. “You’ll go for a run this afternoon and then I must fix that latch.”
New routines felt strange as the weeks dragged, and Vicky grappled for some semblance of normality while looking for another job. She now had time to spend with her grandmother at the nursing home and to volunteer her services there.
Leaving the house one afternoon, she spotted Emily standing at the curb. A man—not much taller than her own five-feet-eight—was unloading bags from Emily’s car. Vicky crossed the street.
“This is my son Ben. Ben, Vicky,” Emily said, jerking her head toward him.
He turned around. Vicky held out her hand and smiled.
“Er, sorry, no free hands,” he said.
Vicky’s gaze shifted from his warm brown eyes to the packages piled up in his arms.
As Ben walked away, Emily leaned over and whispered, “Not so friendly with women since his girl broke their engagement last summer.”
She squeezed Emily’s arm and attempted a smile.“I’m off to do some shopping and then the fitness center.”
Seated in the car, Vicky watched in her rear-view mirror as Ben walked back to where his mother stood. Where had she seen him before? She searched her memory, but with no success.
Shopping done, she walked the short distance from the car to the gym, flipping through a magazine as she went.
“Can you read and open the door too?” a deep, masculine voice said.
She looked up to see Ben. He shifted a duffel bag to his shoulder and stepped back into the lobby to let her in. “Vicky, isn’t it?” He swiped his forehead with the back of his arm, perspiration running down his cheek.
She dropped the magazine into her oversized bag. “And you’re Ben.”
“We meet again,” he said, still holding the door.
Vicky smiled. “Looks like you’ve had a good workout.”
Ben glanced down at his clothes. “Need to shower and change before going into Jefferson.”
“Jefferson! The hospital? So that’s where I’ve seen you.”
His grin widened. “I thought yourface looked familiar too.”
She met his gaze, taking in his strong jaw and the small scar on his cheek. “I worked there for four years until they reorganized my department.”
“It’s six years for me on the fifth floor.”
Vicky took a deep calming breath. “So you’re a psychiatric nurse?”
Ben nodded.
She felt a tight knot in the pit of her stomach and scrambled for something more to say. Since the break-up, she’d tried with God’s help to force from her mind that brief hospital stay for depression.
“Probably saw you on one of my rare day shifts.”
Vicky threw him an anxious glance. “Possibly.”
“About the job loss. You’ll find another one I’m sure,” Ben said, flashing a captivating wide smile.
She attempted to sound cheerful. “I have an interview tomorrow.”
“Try to be optimistic.” He adjusted his cap over his tousled dark hair. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”
“I expect to be home most days,” she called after him, hoping they’d do more than bump into each other.
Two days later, Vicky went to open the front door, dressed in a crumpled blue robe. Who could it be at this hour?
Ben stood with Luke at his side. “Your dog likes my house.”
“I’m sorry he’s a bother.”
“No bother. I just got off work.”
“I though I’d repaired that latch,” Vicky said, regretting she hadn’t even dressed or combed her hair.
He stooped and stroked Luke’s neck. “Have you found anything yet?”
“No . . . not yet.”
Ben stood up. “Don’t lose hope.” He made to leave, then turned. “Would you like me to look at your gate now?”
She smiled. “If it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“Sometimes it’s just a matter of having the right tools.”
“I’ll pour you a cup of coffee before you start.”
“Sounds good.”
In no time, he had repaired the latch. They watched as Luke cavorted across the lawn. Ben gave a hearty laugh. She laughed along.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she said, grateful that her dog had a secured space to
romp.
Ben gazed into her eyes, smiling. “No need for that.” Then he cleared his throat. “Look . . . are you free this Saturday? I’m going for a hike in the hills.” He patted his waist. “Need to lose weight.”
Luke jumped up and planted his paws on Ben’s chest. He ruffed the dog’s ears. “More room there for him to run.”
Vicky’s heartbeat picked up in anticipation of spending a day with Ben. “Thanks for asking,” she said, her tone masking her excitement. If it hadn’t been for the defective latch, she might’ve never had a chance to get to know Ben.
“Well, need to get some shut-eye. The unit was busy last night.” He smiled. “You know how it goes.”
Vicky studied his intent expression and nodded. She watched him cross the street, her heart surged with the prospect of a fresh start. God continued to watch over her.
The fluttering of a curtain across the road caught her eye. She saw Emily step back from the window. Vicky pressed her nose against Luke’s snout. “So . . . who’s the matchmaker here? Emily or you?”
PAT JEANNE DAVIS has a keen interest in 20th Century United States and British history, particularly the period of World War II. Her longtime interest in that era goes back to the real-life stories she heard about family members who served during the war. When Valleys BloomAgainis a debut inspirational romance set in WWII. She enjoys flower gardening, genealogy research and traveling with her British-born husband. She writes from her home n Philadelphia, Pa. Pat has published essays, short stories and articles online and in print. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers.
After fleeing impending war in England, nineteen-year-old Abby Stapleton works to correct her stammer and to become a teacher in America, only to discover this conflict has no boundaries and that a rejected suitor is intent on destroying her name, fiancé, and fragile faith.
As war approaches in 1939 Abby Stapleton’s safety is under threat. Her father, a British diplomat, insists she go back to America until the danger passes. Abby vows to return to her home in London—but where is home? With her family facing mortal danger so far away and feeling herself isolated, she finds it hard to pray or read the Bible. Did she leave God behind in war-torn London too? Then Abby becomes friendly with Jim, a gardener on her uncle’s estate.
Jim can’t get Abby out of his mind. Did she have a sweetheart in England? Was it foolish to think she’d consider him? He curses his poverty and the disgrace of his father’s desertion and drunkenness haunts him. Can he learn to believe in love for a lifetime and to hope for a happy marriage?
Abby couldn’t know the war would last a long time, nor that she would fall in love with Jim—soon to be drafted by the U.S. Army—or that she’d have to confront Henri, a rejected suitor, determined by his lies to ruin her reputation and destroy her faith in God’s providence. Will she discover the true meaning of home?
PAT JEANNE DAVIS has a keen interest in 20th Century United States and British history, particularly the period of World War II. Her longtime interest in that era goes back to the real-life stories she heard about family members who served during the war. When Valleys BloomAgain is a debut inspirational romance set in WWII. She enjoys flower gardening, genealogy research and traveling with her British-born husband. She writes from her home in Philadelphia, Pa. Pat has published essays, short stories and articles online and in print. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers.
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Why are you cast down, O my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my Help and my God. – Psalm 42:5 AMPC
Don’t let fear stop you dead in your tracks—recognize, confront, and conquer it! Meyer will show you how the devil uses this favorite tool of his to disrupt your life. She’ll teach you to face your circumstances boldly, adjusting your mindset so as to live in the freedom of God’s children and move forward courageously. 240 pages, hardcover from Faithwords.
Is your mind stuck in overdrive because you repeatedly play back others’ offenses? Follow TerKeurst to life-giving freedom! Sharing a step-by-step plan to help you let go of bound-up resentments, she’ll teach you what the Bible says about forgiveness, how to disempower triggers hijacking your emotions, move on if a person refuses to change, and more. 256 pages, hardcover from Nelson.
“Nobody would have put Radoslav and Dunya together. She’s Tur. He’s Sevian. She’s is stuck in a refugee camp. He’s working for the people who put her there. With three years of war and a fifteen-foot fence between them, finding happiness together seems impossible. But Radoslav can’t get the girl with the pink hair—or her missing cat—out of his mind.”
In November 2020, I released Love Costs, the third book in the Shards of Sevia series. It was a satisfying moment. In just over a year, I’ve written, edited and created covers for three short novels, stories of faith, hope and love in the midst of danger. Love Costs marks the halfway point in the series—time to sit back and take a breath.
Love Costs was fun to write, and now it’s fun (and a bit nerve-wracking) to imagine people I’ve never met reading it. But you can hardly go wrong with the classic formula–an ordinary, somewhat boring guy makes a choice that thrusts him into an extraordinary adventure…
About the Author: E.B. Roshan has enjoyed a nomadic lifestyle for several years, spending time in the Middle East and Asia. Now she is temporarily settled in Missouri with her husband and two sons, where she serves the local refugee community. When she’s not cooking, cleaning, or chasing the boys, she’s writing the latest installment in Shards of Sevia, her ongoing romantic suspense series set in the war-torn (and fortunately fictional) nation of Sevia.
Follow Dr. Walt Larimore as he upends his young family in 1985 and heads to Kissimmee, Florida, to begin his own small-town medical practice. You’ll love the relaxing pace of life there, and all the warm-hearted, hot-headed, witty, and colorful characters you’ll meet as you watch the doc grow into a lovable husband, father, and physician. 272 pages, softcover from Revell.