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Prayerfully Yours - Inspirational Romance
Prayerfully Yours - Inspirational Romance
Prayerfully Yours - Inspirational Romance
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Macy Lark and her family have lived on their farm for as long as any of them can remember, patiently growing as one with the land and their animals. And Macy wouldn't have it any other way. But there is one thing missing in their lives: the presence of a man. Having lost her father as a young child, Macy has always grown up without having a strong man to guide her, to serve as her father her on earth while her Heavenly Father looks down from above. 

And, ever faithful to his children, God provides. His provision came in the form of eighteen-year-old Adam Engels. When three of Macy's sisters suddenly fall ill, Adam brings them all comfort in more ways than one, and, enchanted by the strong, Godly man, Macy finds herself drawn closer and closer to him. 

But they had not anticipated God throwing them another curveball, one that would leave the tiny, determined family in absolute shambles, scrabbling to find their footing in a world that was suddenly collapsing down on them.

This is a standalone short story with HEA ending.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 21, 2018
ISBN9781386658054
Prayerfully Yours - Inspirational Romance

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    Prayerfully Yours

    Chapter 1

    Straw hats really weren’t Macy’s thing. Truthfully, though, straw anything wasn’t really her thing. And it was funny, because she worked on a farm. It really wasn’t as bad as some people made it out to be, she felt, particularly because it simply wasn’t as muddy or gross or dirty as they thought it was.

    Farm work was hard and strenuous, rather time-consuming and difficult to carry out, especially in the sweltering heat, but other than that – and the early morning hours – Macy really could find no fault in it. They had the customary chickens (everyone had chickens), goats, the occasional duck, and a few cows and horses – animals that required basic care, but otherwise were pretty self-sufficient. And she had a spacious, light bedroom in the family home, Larksholme.

    Macy lay in her bed, tracing out the wood patterns on the ceiling of her room as she snuggled into the warm, cotton covers of her blanket. She had woken at dawn – far too early, in her opinion – but seeing as her mother hadn’t yet called her out to start her morning chores, she opted instead to stay in bed.

    Absently, she traced out the floral pattern on her blanket, reminiscing about her grandmother, who had made her the quilt. It was old and worn, but still had retained its usefulness, in addition to the fond memories, and so her Ma had permitted her to keep it. Heaven knew: her mother was notorious for keeping the farm up and running, clean from top to bottom, and working in high-efficiency mode.

    Especially, Macy thought, ever since Pa had passed away. It had been a while – almost eleven years – but the memory of it still stung, and Macy still had to work hard to keep the prickles in her eyes away, sometimes. It couldn’t have been prevented, the doctors had told them, but still Macy couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been like if her father were still around.

    A quiet smile slipped onto her lips. The house would’ve been messier, for sure. Ma hadn’t been so uptight when Pa was around. Laundry wouldn’t have been washed, hung, dried, and darned in a single day, and the grass around the house would’ve probably been kept a little longer until Ma finally started nagging for Pa to get around to it. Cookie, her horse, would’ve been an actual show horse, and Macy might’ve even gotten to barrel race like she’d always dreamed of. And then, she thought with a small laugh, she would’ve been a real cowgirl.

    The smile faded as she heard the rooster crow. There had been lots of could’ve beens, should’ve beens, and would’ve beens. But none of them were real. They would only exist as figments in her imagination. Now, she was a farmhand, probably being groomed to take over as the next generation of farmers. Or perhaps not; Marnie, Morgan, Madeline, and Molly  could potentially take over. Well perhaps not Molly, as she was the youngest of the five sisters.

    Marnie was the oldest, at twenty-five years of age, and was pretty successful in life so far – at least, in Macy’s eyes. She was married to a lovely husband, had a cute little house all her own, and was all set to start a little farm with bunches of little critters. She had moved out two years ago, when she married her then-fiancé, Brandon. Oh, how Ma had bawled and cried over her moving out, though, Macy suspected, it might’ve simply been for the usefulness with which she regarded Marnie. Marnie

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