{"product_id":"2940149183630","title":"Faith and Love in Lancaster","description":"(Part Three of the Amish of Lancaster County serial.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlain Amish Hannah Stoltzfus of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania,\u003cbr\u003ehas her hands full! Her youngest daughter is about to go onrumspringa in New York City, her middle daughter has to choose between the two men vying for her hand in marriage, and her son brings\u003cbr\u003ehome an English girl. What's a mother and wife to do? Turn to God's guidance and her own belief in hope, trust, and love to get her family through, of course. But will it be enough?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnnie is torn between steady, reliable Stephen and fiery, passionate Jacob. But what happens when she is forced to make a choice?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRead an excerpt and find out what happens when the simple life gets complicated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJacob had run so hard and so far, he thought his legs would fall off, but no matter how fast he pumped them, he couldn't get away from the truth. He had burned down an innocent man's house. Stephen Beiler, guilty only of loving the same woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy now, everyone must know about the fire. He\u003cbr\u003ehadn't even stopped to think that Stephen might be in the house! What was wrong\u003cbr\u003ewith him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA thought crossed his mind and settled into his\u003cbr\u003ebrain. Did he even love Annie? Or did he just desire her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe clutched his head, his palms pressing against\u003cbr\u003ehis eyes. Every part of him felt as though it were on fire. As though when he'd\u003cbr\u003edropped the match, he'd scalded his soul. He couldn't even really remember why\u003cbr\u003ehe had thought that would make Annie choose him. It had all seemed so clear\u003cbr\u003eyesterday, and now, all that remembered was a painful blur.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDear God, he prayed, what\u003cbr\u003ehave I done? Help me! Help me. Help me . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe chanted that to himself, the words echoing in\u003cbr\u003ehis head until his breathing slowed. Calming warmth flowed through him,\u003cbr\u003erelaxing the guilt that gripped his insides like a clawed fist. It was a\u003cbr\u003etotally different feeling from the anger that had flooded through him\u003cbr\u003eyesterday, burning him, driving him to burn someone else in turn. It felt like\u003cbr\u003elove, but a tough love, one that said, \"I can forgive you, but you have to\u003cbr\u003echange your ways.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJacob bowed his head. I understand, God, he\u003cbr\u003esaid. I messed up something fierce.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo answer came this time, but he didn't need\u003cbr\u003eone. What he did need was to go make sure Stephen Beiler was all right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe advantage to living alone was that no one\u003cbr\u003ewould know he had never come home. Jacob slipped inside his house and ran a\u003cbr\u003ebath in the small tub. He scrubbed until the stench of spilled gasoline had\u003cbr\u003eevaporated completely and his skin gleamed an irritated red, but try as he\u003cbr\u003emight, he could not scrub away the fear that he would be caught and shunned by\u003cbr\u003ethe community. If he chose to leave, that was one thing, but if he were forced\u003cbr\u003eto, that was quite another.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDear God, he prayed, once he'd dried off and finished dressing, I will atone for my mistakes\u003cbr\u003enow, but I will not allow myself to be caught and shunned. Surely You\u003cbr\u003eunderstand?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSatisfied, Jacob combed his hair and put on his\u003cbr\u003ehat. Feeling much more confident, he approached the charred and black remains\u003cbr\u003eof the Beiler house. His smile faded, though, when he spotted Annie outside.\u003cbr\u003eShe looked stricken and kept wringing her hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stephen?\" she called. \"Stephen,\u003cbr\u003eare you here? Please answer me!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJacob stepped on a twig, which crunched loudly,\u003cbr\u003eand winced. Hopefully she hadn't heard. He had to get out of here before she\u003cbr\u003esaw him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnfortunately, Annie must have heard, because\u003cbr\u003eshe whirled around. Her eyes darted from his face to the ruined house and back\u003cbr\u003eto his face. \"Jacob,\" she asked in a whisper full of dread,\u003cbr\u003e\"tell me you didn't do this.\"","brand":"Daisy Fields","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47075511828720,"sku":"2940149183630","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149183630_p0.jpg?v=1763712768","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149183630","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}